Sorry, Rocco

Elara:

Groaning out against the thumping behind my eyelids, hearing rushed foot falls approach as cool hands slid across my face in a loving embrace.

“Elara, sweetheart. Open your eyes for me.” Sol’s soft voice spoke gently above me, groaning in protest as my eyelids lifted in shaky flutters, blinking away the blurry kaleidoscope of colors and dark shadows. Looking around the grand room of deep