Chapter 142

ELORA'S POV My breath caught halfway in my throat, because my brain needed a moment, an actual moment, to accept what I'm seeing. Lucas, here. In Ashtridge, walking towards me with a look that made my stomach twist and my heart kick against my ribs like it wanted to escape. He wasn't supposed to be here. He had no reason to be here. But he was. Lucian straightened beside me, his glare shifting from me to the man moving toward me like he owned the ground he walked on. How the hell did he know where I was? He had no reason to be here. But he was. Lucas stopped right in front of me, his chest rising and falling a little too fast. “Elora,” he said, his voice low but firm, controlled in the way it only got when he was worried, really worried. “Are you okay?” For a second, I couldn’t speak. The relief hit me first.. and then the confusion, and then the panic. “I'm fine,” I managed, though my voice sounded small even to me. “You don't look fine to me,” he said, his eyes scanning my face like