Chapter 67 Beautiful, Dangerous And His
Elera stared at the bracelet, and something hot and tight squeezed in her chest. This wasn’t flowers. This wasn’t diamonds. This was him saying I need to know you’re safe. I need to be able to reach you! This was good and protective and intimate in a way that made her throat feel thick.
“Thank you,” she managed to say. “This is… thank you.”
“It’s not exactly high fashion,” he said, and there was almost a smile in his voice.
“It’s perfect,” she said, and she meant it with everything in her. She slid it onto her wrist and it felt heavy and cool and real. “Best thing anyone’s ever given me.”
Something flickered in his eyes, something warm and almost surprised. He gave her a small nod. “Til be downstairs when you’re ready. Take your time. We will control the schedule tonight.”
After he left, Elera just stood there for a minute, looking at the bracelet on her wrist, feeling the weight of it. Then she shook herself and got to work.
The emerald dress slid over her skin like water, cool and heavy and perfect. It fit her like it had been painted on, which made sense since she’d designed it herself. The sleeves flowed down over her hands in these long points, and the whole thing shimmered just slightly when she moved, like moss catching the light. She left her hair down, long and blonde against all that dark green. Just a little makeup. Dark lashes. A deep rose color on her lips.
She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back. This wasn’t Elyrian, the dumb little rich girl. This wasn’t even really Dr. Mystral, the surgeon. This was someone new. Someone who could stand next to Drakonius Vex and belong there.
The cuff bracelet went on last, dark gray against her wrist, high–tech and modern against the vintage elegance of the dress. It shouldn’t have worked but it did. It completed the picture.

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