CHAPTER THIRTY ONEELARA’S POV

SILENT STARES

I stared at the chariot, about to hop on it. Valerie was already close to going to hold ny hands when I heard him

“Let me help you,” he said softly.

Before I could form the words, before I could argue or even process the gesture, he lifted me. Just like that. As if I weighed nothing.

The world tilted briefly. The ground fell away. And suddenly, I was closer to his chest than I had ever been.

The scent of him hit me first. Steel and leather ...