Elara Wynn

I ran straight to Ronan’s private office door and stood there. I made sure no one had followed me. Maybe it had just been my imagination—there really was no one behind me.

The hallway was so silent that even the ticking of the clock could be heard. My hand gripped the doorknob tightly, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn it. My heart was pounding.

This office used to be a comforting place for me. When Ronan first brought me here, I often had nightmares. Strangely, I would ...