CHAPTER SIXAlaric’s POV

Sleep refused to come. I rolled to and fro until the sheets tangled around my legs like chains. My mind wouldn’t rest. Every time I closed my eyes, her face flashed before me, the softness in her voice, the strange calm in her eyes.

That wasn’t Elara.

It couldn’t be.

Elara was a storm in human form sharp-tongued, cruel when angered, proud beyond reason. The woman I married hated everything I stood for. She mocked my patience, disobeyed my rules, and made sure ...