Elena's Point Of View
"Sera... what is he planning to do?"
I stood rooted to the hardwood floor, my hand still halfway raised toward the door as if the ghost of Azriel's heat still hovered in the air. The shell of my left ear burned where his teeth had nipped me, a sharp, lingering sting that made my pulse flutter recklessly despite the crushing weight of the room.
Even now, seconds after he'd vanished into the corridor, I could still feel the imprint of him everywhere… on my skin, in my chest, threaded through every ragged breath I tried to steady. It was maddening, how a man could leave a room and still occupy every inch of it.
I let out a long, slow breath… one I felt like I had been holding since the exact moment Rose called me hyperventilating on the phone. My shoulders dropped three inches, the rigid armor I'd slapped on the moment I pulled into Mason's parking complex finally cracking.
