Chapter 125: Taking the Bait
Elias's lashes trembled faintly.
Even in sleep, his eyes moved beneath the lids now and then, the small restless motion people made while dreaming. Serena lay beside him in the dark and watched it happen, her body still warm from fever, exertion, and the lingering heat he had left behind.
She lifted her hand.
Her fingers hovered over his face, close enough to trace the line of his brow, the bridge of his nose, the corners of the mouth she had stared at before sleep took him. The movement came so naturally that she did not question it until the moment before contact.
Then she stopped.
What was she doing?
Was she really about to touch this impostor with that kind of gentleness?
Had a few days of him bringing her water, handing her medicine, arguing with her until she sweated through the fever, and staying by her bed been enough to make her heart move?
Serena gave a soundless laugh in the dark.
Ridiculous.
