ELARA’S POV

I woke up feeling one thing, one emotion, one dramatic flame burning in my soul:

Annoyance.

Big, loud, noisy annoyance.

And the person responsible?

Milo.

I stomped into the kitchen like a fed-up queen who slept only three hours, almost kissed her bodyguard, then remembered she was supposed to hate him. I was acting cool, but baby, I was anything BUT cool.

He was at the counter drinking coffee like some calm, carved-from-stone Greek statue.

I ignored him.

Walked right past him.

Opened the fridge.

Grabbed juice.

Ignored him MORE.

The man’s eyes were burning holes in the side of my face, but I refused to look. Because...