Elara's point of view“I’m not coming to meet you. Don’t call me again.” I slammed the phone down, my chest tight, every nerve on edge. The buzzing continued relentlessly, but I ignored it, shoving the phone aside. I needed space. I needed air. I needed to escape the whirlwind Aeron Blackwood had dragged me into.I wrapped my robe tightly around myself and stepped into the bathroom. Cold water splashed over my skin, trying to numb the storm inside me. The droplets traced over my arms and shoulders, and I closed my eyes, wishing for some clarity. But clarity wouldn’t come. It never did when it came to him. He was chaos, danger, obsession, and somehow, I had allowed myself to be caught in it.A sudden crash made me gasp. My heart leapt into my throat. My body froze, tense, every muscle coiled. Whoever it was didn’t belong here. I draped the robe around me tighter and stepped out cautiously.And there he stood like the owner of the damn world, Mr. Aeron Blackwood. Standing in Emily’s apa
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