บท 417: The Gift - Part 1

ELIA

Still sobbing, but working to catch her breath, Elia told herself it was stupid to lay there feeling sorry for herself when she could be receiving something from her mate. So she wiped her eyes and sniffed, and pushed herself up to sit.

She stared at the paper parcel in her hand and urged herself to open it.

At first, she was terrified to, afraid of what she might have lost, or be yet to lose. But then in her mind she saw Reth's thick hands, his fingers working on the thin lace of this, his frown of concentration as he must have worked to tie the whole thing together and she realized he may have written something.

She opened her legs side so the parcel fell to the bed between them and through blurred eyes, started working on the knot in the leather lace to get it undone.