Chapter 62 I'm a monster

Elara’s POV, 

I turn sharply with a gasp to see him standing at the doorway, watching me with intense eyes. His shirt is crumpled, his hair messy, and his eyes…He’s drunk. 

My heart is pounding harder than it should. 

“You paint a woman,” I say, my voice coming out like a beaten lamb. I hate it.

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