Elijah – First Person POV

Kara’s hand was trembling in mine as we entered the west wing leading to my chambers. The cool marble floor did little to cool the anger still roaring in my blood. My shirt was a little torn at the shoulder, the scent of smoke clung to my hair, and my heart hadn’t stopped hammering since the mating ceremony descended into chaos. The storm Elvira had unleashed hours ago was still rattling the windows of our world.

I squeezed Kara’s hand ...