C42 Chapter 42

Lucas’s POV

Elara’s eyelids flutter open, and for a moment, she seems confused, her gaze drifting around the room until it finally lands on me. Her eyes widen, she’s afraid.

“Elara,” I whisper, keeping my voice low. “I’m right here.”

She tightens her fingers around mine—a weak grip, but enough to tell me she knows I’m with her. I can’t tell if she’s trying to speak or if she’s just holding on