Chapter 88

Elara’s POV

It’s been days since I showered. Now, I was free, back home away from witches. I stood under the hot shower, feeling the water cascade down my back, soothing the aches and exhaustion that had built up over the past few days. The shower was a temporary escape, a space where I didn’t have to think about Matthew’s death, Lucas’ father, or the chaos that seemed to follow us everywhere.

I didn’t hear the door open, but I caught my mate’s scent. Lucas had a way of filling a room without saying a word.

“Care for some company?” he asked, his voice dripping like honey.

I turned slightly, peeking out of the shower to see him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a small smile playing on his lips.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.