Chapter 241

Elara's POV

Zarek's voice brushed against my ears like a low growl, warm and careful. "Are you still hurting?"

I blinked at him, realizing how clear my skin felt—no sticky traces, no discomfort. He'd washed me, tended to me while I slept so soundly I hadn't stirred once. That realization alone startled me. I, who never truly lowered my guard, who'd survived in the shadows of Tempestshroud's politi