Elara POV.
My left arm ached terribly from the wound I had inflicted. I managed to free myself. Breathing heavily, I stared at my freed wrist—the skin there was roughly scraped, bleeding, but the pain felt much better than the suffocating feeling of Kael's bond. I had struggled to tear off the damn rope, and now it lay broken on the marble floor.
Now, the servants and two guards who were supposed to be watching me in this luxurious room were overcome with panic. They crowded around the doorway, blocking the only way out.
"Miss Elara! Calm down! Don't hurt yourself!" pleaded a young soldier in full armor, his voice full of supplication. He tried to take a step closer, his eyes filled with obvious fear.
I immediately raised my right hand. There, I clutched tightly the shards of glass tha
