Chapter 102

Cold sweat trickled down Elara's forehead as the footsteps behind her came to a halt. A crisp chuckle brushed past her ear, light as a feather, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. It wasn't mocking or threatening—it was simply… joyful. Even so, Elara refused to let her guard down. Anything lurking in this place couldn't possibly be human. A hand closed around her wrist, tugging her back into the darkness. Before she could react, she found herself pressed against someone's chest. A familiar scent lingered in the air, teasing the edges of her memory, but she couldn't quite place it. The stranger's grip shifted to her waist, and a cold fingertip traced gently over her eyelids. When she opened her eyes, the world was just a little brighter. The person behind her was tall—taller than she expected. He leaned forward, burying his nose in her hair, and inhaled deeply. Elara was rendered speechless; that felt quite perverted. This was undoubtedly a dangerous situation, yet