ELIA
Elia lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, blinking back tears.
She couldn't sleep.
She couldn't sleep and her beast was raking at her insides, clawing to get out. Part of her wanted to give in because it seemed like whenever she was finally able to find her way back, she almost always found Reth along the way. And she needed him tonight. Even if it was just for moments. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams. And the only thing that would soothe the burning in her wounds was his voice, and his touch.
Perhaps she should give in to the beast if it would help her find him?
But something within her growled at the idea. A growl that was deep and came from the very same broad, scarred chest that made her ache to think about.
From her very first night in Anima, Reth had told her to trust her instincts.
