Fueled by Fury

Elara

“Okay, then. Let’s try something else. And I apologize in advance,” I say, before switching the image so that it’s Sylvaron in the room with me and he’s ordering me to strip for him, something he did all the time while he’d sit and watch, rubbing himself and leering at me.

Ronan’s response is instant, his snarl so loud that everyone in the class stops and looks at us. I make eye contact with