Chapter 191

Third Person's POV

The studio lights burned like moons overhead, bright and merciless. Elara felt every stare as though it were a claw scraping across her skin. Her heart had already been unsteady when Zarek leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive curve of her ear, his voice pitched low enough to rattle through her bones.

"Elara," he murmured, the sound more growl than whisper, "you made our