The coldness of the bathroom tiles seeped into Elora's bare feet as she slowly made her way towards the large, walk-in shower. She couldn't help but feel the weight of the argument she had just had with Azriel, her beloved mate and soulmate. She understood his concerns, but at the same time she felt like betraying the people that helped her in her time of need; that offered her a job and helped her put food on her table when she was in need.
As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded down her body, washing away the sweat and tension from their passionate dance. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the tile wall, trying to regain her composure.
Her mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, and she couldn't shake the conflicting feelings from her soul. She hated that
