ELIANA.

I brought my feet to a halt right in front of his door. My fingers trailed down my neck as I cleared my dry throat. The hair across my skin stood up with the wave of nervousness that hit me at that moment. Folding my fist, I lifted it to the floor and knocked.

It didn't take long until Denver opened his door. Once his dark eyes fell on me, a chill went down my spine. He had a stint of surprise in his arched brows but then a snarky grin when I inched closer to him.

I ...