Bonus Story: Elara pt. 4

It's past six already and he is still not here..

Where is he? I'm waiting for him to come here and slay me, as it was promised.

I can't help but chuckle at the idea of my own murder. But why am I looking forward to seeing him again? My would-be executioner.

But my wait isn't long, as he explodes into my bedroom like a hurricane—eyes blazing with chaotic energy. I nearly fall off my bed in shock!

"You could've walked in through the front door. No one is home right now," I point out casually.

He sneers and, with a twisted grin, replies, "I like the dramatics."

I roll my eyes. "So, are we gonna do this or what?" I ask, sitting up on my bed and crossing my legs.

He approaches me slowly, his hand reaching into his coat pocket. My heart racing with anticipation, I can't help but wonder what he has in store for me.

But it isn't a weapon he pulls out. Instead, it is a box. "What is this?" I ask curiously.

"Open it," he says grimly.

I couldn't hold my curiosity, so I slowly opened the box.

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