Chapter 208

Third Person's POV

Zarek's voice was hoarse, almost breaking with the weight of his confession.

"I won't do it again," he whispered, pressing his larger hand over Elara's where it rested against his cheek. His skin was fever-warm, his face brushing tenderly into her palm as though her touch alone tethered him. "Elara, I'll listen. I'll be good. I swear it."

The murmur was low, raw, and yet it rang