Chapter 76 In His Arms
She looked at the clock. Four AM. She should try to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be brutal, and she needed to be sharp.
But her mind was racing, playing through scenarios. What if Lyra exposed her? What if Xan made another move? What if someone at the gala recognized her from her brief, disastrous engagement to Xan and started asking questions?
“You’re thinking too loud,” Drakonius’s voice came from the bed, rough with sleep. “I can hear your brain working from here.”
“Sorry,” Elera said, guilt flooding through her. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. The drugs are wearing off and my hands hurt.” He shifted in the bed, trying to get comfortable. “What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing. I can see your face.”
She could lie. She should lie. Keep the Raven secret buried for just one more day. But looking at him, at the trust in his tired eyes, she couldn’t do it. Not completely.
“Someone sent me a threatening email,” she said carefully. “Anonymous. Saying they know things about me. About my past. They implied they might make trouble at the gala tomorrow.”
Drakonius was fully awake now, pushing himself up against the pillows. “What kind of things?”
“Just… things I haven’t told you yet. Things about who I was before we met. Before I became Mrs. Vex.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m not who people think I am. I never have been. And someone’s figured that out.”
He watched her for a long moment. “Do you think it’s Xan?”
“Maybe. Or your sister.”
“Lyra.” He said her name with such weariness. “Of course. She can’t just let me have this. She has to pick at it, try to unravel it.” He rubbed his face with one hand. “What did the email say exactly?”


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