Chapter 8

Elara turned around, and Lysander was still standing there. "Sorry about that. Ready to keep going"

Lysander frowned, concern flashing across his face. You sure you re alright? You don't seem like yourself"

Tm fine, really," she said quickly, even though her mind was drifting back to the stupid crap she'd done in the past.

It wasn't Asher that was bothering her. Honestly, seeing him now gave her a weird sense of relief. At least she wasn't stuck worrying about the future anymore.

Without Asher in the picture, she felt sure she wouldn't repeat the same screw-up-no HIV, no tragic ending this time

"I think I should head out" Lysander said again, hesitating for a moment before starting to turn away.

But Elara, panicked, stepped forward and grabbed his hand

He paused, glancing back at her with a confused look. "What's up?"

Elara didn't fully understand her own reaction either, but she wasn't blind to the fact that Lysander always seemed to pull away whenever Asher was around. It was like he couldn't handle being near the guy,

Thinking back she'd never really hidden her feelings for Asher. She'd been all over him, and it was obvious to everyone- including Lysander. They probably all thought she was obsessed with Asher.

And yeah, at one point, she was. If not for the disaster that happened before she crossed over, she might've never realized how wrong the wa

But now Lysander was here, staring at her. She let go of his hand, her voice soft but steady. Are you free on Saturday? Im thinking dinner at the Regal Crest. Want to join me!"

The Regal Crest Hotel was known for its food, and after starving to death in her past. she had a newfound appreciation for a good meal.

Before, she would've taken Asher without a second thought. But now, she found herself wanting Lysander's company

After all he was the one her father had picked for her to marry. If she played things right this time, she might actually end up marrying him after graduation.

a damn about what she wanted. But looking at Lysander now-with his good looks, his height, and a family background to match Asher she was definitely a solid option.

caught the question immediately and shot back. "What, you want me to end up with

no." Lysander said. way

a date then. See

late Saturday afternoon-fashionably, of

she got there, she noticed a bunch of familiar faces gathered at the entrance, all

immediately and couldn't resist taking a jab. "Elara? You actually had

show up

getting why Lizzie was being snarky.

Crest Hotel was practically family, and she was a top VIP She could come and

she wanted

Chapter 8

full of sarcasm. "Seriously? Asher hasn't even looked your way at school for days, and yet you still

when it hit

in schoolwork that it had completely slipped her mind. If Lizzie hadn't said anything, she might have totally

had thrown him this extravagant bash right here at the Regal Crest. It had been the kind of event

the night she found out about

Asher, but he hadn't even flinched. "Daphne and I like each other. Elara. Why the hell shouldn't we be together? Can you stop trying to fuck with my

but that only lasted a couple of

bother hiding anything. They flaunted their relationship right in her face

to choose her, offering up her

front of her, Elara felt nothing. No anger, no jealousy, just a dull emptiness. She chose to ignore the

this event tonight had been arranged by her. The entire party was being paid

see how Asher planned to handle things, enjoying his birthday bash on her tab like nothing

like she couldn't care less. She already had a table booked with Lysander, but she wasn't sure

laughing with Daphne. The moment he saw her,

smug grin, Asher sauntered over. "Didn't you say you weren't coming? Don't think showing up now is gonna make me forgive you

anger to push her around, but this time. Elara just looked at him calmly, with a small, knowing smile. "Was there something you needed?" Feigning surprised. Asher raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you here

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