ELARA’S POV:

His eyes bored intensely into mine, searching too deeply. He certainly had doubts. His stares were too intense.

I could feel the weight of his gaze like a punch against my chest.

“I should come with you, I can rest whenever,” he said, his shoulders dropping a little.

I chewed inside my cheeks, another wave of frustration rising inside me.

“ I'll be fine, Dante,” I said, my voice higher than intended.

His face twisted.

Then, “ fine, I’ll go get some ...