Elara’s POV
“Do you always wear black at parties,” I whispered, “or is it just to make everyone else feel insecure?”
He didn’t laugh like normal people laugh.
No.
He let out this low, smooth chuckle that slid straight down my spine like someone tracing a finger there.
And that was when I knew. I was right about what I thought the second I leaned close to him.
He was trouble. And I could already feel it warming behind my ribs.
I held my glass of champagne in my hand. And I was trying to act like he had not almost stripped me of all my self control the moment he laughed.
“Depends,” he said, eyes not leaving mine. “Tonight? I’m here to make sure you survive.”
My laugh cut in half.
“Sorry, what?”
He tilted his head, calm as ever. “Your father thinks someone might… ruin your eveni
