Conrad’s POV.
Hearing Elora speaking fluent Irish Gaelic knocked me for six. She is something else. Not many people speak it and she did like she was born Irish. I need to get to know her. I wasn’t joking when I said he was queen material and that she will be mine, because she is and will be.
I know she is fighting something. I watched her for a while in the gym. She was so lost in her head. I could see she was in pain, and all I wanted to do was hold her and tell her it would be alright. Women like Elora are so guarded and her walls are high. Whoever or whatever hurt her needs to pay.
I leave the gym and head up to my room. I pass by Trinity and she giggles when she sees me. Now, usually I would have given her a cheeky smirk and led her into my room to f**k her hard, but now? Now, the
