What If I Fail

Elara:

“You are going back to bed young lady.” was the last thing I remembered as Beck scooped me up into his strong warmth, floating through the air embraced by the cuddly softness of Christmas cottage.

The achy churning of my stomach halting my deep slumber as the door clicked closed, smelling fresh green tea with a slight undertone of ginger as Cade leaned on the bed, brushing back my sweaty