ELARA’S POV

Dante still hadn’t returned from the border. It had been over thirty-six hours. I straightened myself on the couch. My hands clutched the edges.

Trying to settle the uneasiness brewing inside me.

Whatever Dante and the warriors were dealing with was clearly more serious than I thought.

I let out a sharp exhale, running my fingers through my hair, and I tried to put my thoughts together. My mother has gone out and she's taking a long time to come back. I hadn’t even ...