Chapter 11: His Former Lover
(Elara's POV)
The days following that disaster in the moonstone bath were cloaked in an oppressive, awkward silence.
Rhysand didn’t seek me out, which wasn’t unusual, but now even the briefest of encounters were suffused with a strained tension that weighed heavy in the air.
When Rhysand finally summoned me to his office days later, my instincts told me to prepare for yet another confrontation.
"You're expected to join me at the Inter-Pack Gathering," he said without looking up from the documents on his desk.
His tone was brisk, devoid of emotion, as though he was discussing the weather rather than issuing a command that made my pulse race with unease.
"Expected?" I echoed, standing stiffly in the doorway.
"Yes," he replied, finally glancing up.
