บท 298: Riding the Crazy Train

ELIA 

There was movement in the suite. Someone was in the living room, talking on a phone, she thought. But she couldn't care enough to lift her head, let alone her body.

She wanted to sink away from this place, back into Reth's arms. Back into the furs at the cave. She didn't want to be here anymore. She huffed the call for her mate and listened. But there was no answer.

Her heart grieved.

Then suddenly the door opened and a familiar scent entered, leaving other, unfamiliar scents nearby, but not so close.

Her body tensed. It was the wrong male. She didn't want to look. She didn't want to see.

"Elia?" Gahrye's voice was soft and hesitant. He stood at the side of the bed. "Elia, are you okay?"

"No," she breathed.

"Can you… are you…"

"I'm still me," she snarled through her teeth. "I'm still here. I'm still… nothing has changed," she spat.

"Elia, everything has changed. You can shift."

She growled.