Kael's POV
There was still blood clinging to my fingers.
Even when I paced around the cave and the moon light moved through the waterfall's mist, I could still feel it.
Darius blood. His scent never left my nose, neither did his fury as well.
Yes I had won the fight. But what about the war? It was far from being over.
At the entrance of the cave was where I stopped and allowed the cold air hit me. The sound of the water rushing down helped clear my head.
But was it enough?
Nothing was even enough when it came to her.
Elara.
Staring at her I was intrigued. She was sleeping in my bed like she belonged there. The truth was she actually did belonged there.
She had always belonged right here in my arms.
I watched her hair fall across my blanket. My eyes landed on the mark that stood out on her neck.
It was red and raw and also perfect.
Elara was distorted in her sleep and I could perceive the fear and doubt. She mumbled words that I heard perfectly.
