Chapter 9 Toughen Up, Darling

• [ELARA]
• There’s no wedding night, of course. I never held my breath for it. Magnus doesn’t even bother to come back into the room that is supposedly his for the rest of the night. I toss and turn on the soft bed all night, instead, watching the netted fabric hanging from the bedposts flutter along with the wind.
• I see the sky turn darker and quieter until the sun takes over, casting a warm glow inside the chamber.