Walking upstairs, I feel hesitant to step in the room. One of the cooks had brought a platter of food, cheeses, crackers, and fresh fruits and some weird round pieces of meat and what looked like colored little onions. Dragus plucks a grape off the tray before popping it in his mouth. I walk into the closet, my clothes are a little damp from walking in the snow. I slip on some comfy pajamas before walking back out to find all of them only in shorts having removed their shirts. My eyes roam over each one of them, and I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of them before Silas holds out his hand to me, wanting me to come to him.
“Don’t go back on your word Elora or I will,” he says.
Placing my hand in his, I let him pull me toward the bed before sitting on the edge. I reach over, taking a
