ELARA'S POV:

“It’s time,” Dante whispered in the back of my ears, his breath warm, tickling my skin.

My stomach flustered at the information.

In the past few months, everything has been smooth. The tension from the strange attack has gone. The once peaceful was back. And Dante and I were now living as if nothing had ever distracted us. Yet, one thing lingered in my mind. The coronation. I hadn't made Luna yet, not even a fixed date.

But finally, the time was drawing near, too ...