Elara
I can't f*****g stand River. Her voice, face, and everything about her. River doesn't seem like prey as she makes it out to Zuriel. Rather, she looks like a predator. A low-life cunning predator ready to do what it takes to get a meal. That meal being my husband! I glare at her on the table. Our eyes meet, and she gives me a polite smile. I don't reciprocate. It is time to listen to my gut and look into River's story. I want to know which hospital she was in before she came here and just who found her at the border beaten. I smirk inwardly. I would find out.
After dinner, I get up. I need to go for a walk to clear my head.
"I'll take a walk," I mumble to Zuriel. He holds my hand,
"No, it's late," he says. My gaze goes to the arm holding me. I glare at his eyes.
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