LOGIN"Was this the conduct expected of an heir?" I watched the blood drain from Brad’s face. “Perhaps your parents made the mistake of assuming you have matured enough to properly make your mark in society.” [Elara’s POV] I could barely understand a word of what Killian was talking about to Brad, b
[Killian’s POV] My God, these events are so tedious. I truly had zero interest in partaking in this damned dinner party but felt too obliged to Elara’s father, Cormac, to say no. I took a ginger sip from my glass and lazily scanned the room. Cormac, who stood at the head of the group of other
“Why are they here?” I hissed under my breath. “I was told that you and the Marshall boy were close, so I specifically reached out to them,” my father said. I turned to glare at the man with bitter disdain. “Brad and I are not dating anymore,” I told him. “He cheated on me with someone who I tho
[Elara’s POV] Standing in this gorgeous dress in front of the mirror, a flush of warmth crept up my neck. Memories from that night were still branded in my mind. They, very likely, always will be. I headed over to the vanity table and tried to do something with my hair. Having finished with just
“Or have you, perhaps, been feeling a strange sort of energy buzzing beneath the surface of your skin?” he prompted. An awkward beat of silence passed between us. “Um...Nope,” I answered honestly. “No physical enhancements, I’m afraid. I’m still just plain old me. But, I promise, should any of t
[Elara’s POV] A flicker of surprise sparked across Killian’s eyes, sending me into a mild panic. “I...No-actually...We’re not...” I fumbled over my own words like a complete idiot, trying to give the waitress a clear answer to our situation. The more I struggled to portray my words, the worse
[Elara’s POV]Today was my boyfriend Brad’s coming-of-age party. As the starting quarterback for our school team, his gifts from admirers had already piled high. But mine would be the most memorable.I spent three sleepless nights preparing, hiding inside a giant gift box in his room—one he thought
[Elara’s POV]“He got held up,” I said through clenched teeth.Jasmine scoffed in disbelief. “Yeah, right. I bet he doesn’t even exist, and this is your sad attempt at putting on an act.”I rolled my eyes and sighed. “You can think whatever you want, Jasmine. But I seriously don’t really care what y
[Elara’s POV]My hopes fell as soon as I saw an elderly, silver-haired man stroll up to the podium. He opened his briefcase and prepared his materials for class.So, this was Professor Abram, I thought. A melancholy feeling seeped into my chest.“Good morning, everyone,” he said.His eyes shifted to
[Elara’s POV]My cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Quickly, I snatched the jacket from him and wrapped it around myself.“I’m taking you back,” he said firmly.“That won’t be necessary,” I told him tersely. “I’m here with a friend.”Killian’s doubtful look turned somber when he turned his head in







