Chapter 2
Her dark hair, once a tangled mess, now looked sleek and glossy, falling in waves down her back.
My fingers had worked magic, taming every strand of her wild hair.
Elara turned her head this way and that, admiring the way the light shone on her hair. A slow, satisfied smirk curled her lips.
"Wow," she breathed, her voice thick with genuine awe. She reached up, running her fingers through a section of her newly styled hair. "You're incredible, Isabella." My cheeks flushed with the faintest hint of pink, and Elara's smirk deepened, her gaze raking over my body with a possessive glint. "I think I'm gonna like having you around."
My fingers twitched at my sides, my breath hitching almost imperceptibly. I kept my eyes downcast, the way I'd been trained to be proper, obedient,
