Alara
Cold fingers brushed against my skin, causing me to stir. For a brief, heart-pounding moment, I thought it was Lucas again, his touch lingering on my mind, making my heart race. But when I opened my eyes, I was relieved—and disappointed—to see Kaelen standing over me.
“Kaelen,” I whispered, blinking up at him as I tried to push the memories of the night before out of my mind. I wasn’t ready to face him yet, not after everything that had happened. I was still angry, but more than that, I was confused. Confused about what I had done with Lucas, confused about how I felt toward Kaelen.
“Alara,” he said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry I missed dinner.”
Anger flared in my chest at his words. He had promised me—promised me that we would have the night together,
