CHAPTER SEVENTEENALARIC’S POV

I watched her sleep.

At first, it was out of boredom. Then it became something else. Elara lay slumped against my shoulder, breathing softly, completely lost in whatever dream held her hostage. It had been an hour since she drifted off. An entire hour. Not even the clash that happened outside stirred her awake.

Is she truly this deep of a sleeper? Or is she simply this reckless with her life?

I still couldn’t believe it. I had faced an assassin and did not ...