Chapter 292

Elara's POV

His hand clamped around my wrist with a desperation that sent a shiver down my spine. Even with three fingers broken and bound in swelling, Zarek held me as if the mere act of letting go would erase me from existence. His crimson-tinged eyes burned into mine, fevered and wild, like a wolf cornered and terrified of abandonment.

"Not a dream," I told him quietly, forcing my voice steady.