Elara’s POV
The doors slammed shut behind us, Julian didn't let go of my hand. Our palms were still pressed together, the blood from our shared cut beginning to dry, tacking our skin into a singular, macabre bond. The scent of our mingled blood was surrounding the air in the room, Julian should feel it too. It was sweet, metallic, and intoxicating.
He didn't move further, he stood just inside the door with his chest heaving, his bare shoulders blocking out the light. The silver glow in his eyes hadn't faded as he looked at me, if anything, it had deepened, turning into a molten, predatory white that tracked the frantic pulse in my throat.
"You shouldn't have done that," I whispered, my voice trembling, my body has become a mess of contradictions. And my ribs throbbed with a dull ache, b
