Elara I stared blankly at the ceiling, my chest burning with a frustrating mix of raw anger and absolute humiliation. My lips still felt faintly swollen from the way Maverick had completely devoured them the night before, and the memory made me want to scream into my pillow. I had promised myself I would never, ever be this weak for another man again. Not after what Jason did to me. Yet here I was, losing my mind over a man who didn't even make sense, one minute he was kissing me like I was the only thing that mattered, and the next, he was looking me dead in the eye, treating me like I was some useless, breakable liability. “Elara? Time for training, girl,” Helena’s voice called through the door as she knocked. “You don't want to be late, do you?” “I'm not going, Helena!” I yelled back, pulling the covers over my face. “I'm staying in bed today.” I didn't want to see anyone. Most of all, I didn't want to see him. I deliberately stayed under the blankets for hours. Wh
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