#Chapter 75: One Slip

Elara & Third Person

Elara

The week dragged on like an eternity, each day blending into the next. Draken and I spoke only when necessary—quick exchanges about work tasks or brief updates about Zev. Nothing personal, nothing meaningful.

He kept his distance, and I let him, burying myself in my own responsibilities and pretending like I didn’t notice the way tension followed me wherever I went.