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]“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
[Elara’s POV]I leaned forward and took my opportunity to not only kiss his lips but to begin a long, sensual trail down his chin and neck. Feeling him tense beneath my touch felt like successfully passing all of my exams.As my lips passed over his collarbone, I faintly heard his breath catch in hi







