Elara
"I don't want to," he narrows his gaze, his brows creasing.
"Are you alright today?" I ask calmly. He scoffs and starts to pace around. Low growls emit from his chest.
"You're making me dizzy. Go to bed or pace somewhere else," I snarl. He stops pacing and glares at me. His gaze travels over my body, and his jaw clenches.
"You're acting strange," he says.
"How so?"
"Just be f*****g normal," he hisses.
"I don't know what you mean," I say and lay my head on the pillow. My phone pings, and he marches over to my phone. I thought he'd get it, but his hand freezes midair. I grab my phone and read the message. It's a good night message from Bryon and an old photo of us. I was so young and shy towards him back then. I smile and reply to the message.
With a lo
