YELENA
Gosh. When had he even been here?
Did he hear all my rants with Nyra? Oh, Moon, I hoped not.
But gods he looked so damn good.
He must’ve showered because he smelled fresh, clean, and wild. He wore black shorts and a sleeveless white shirt that clung to his chest. His long black hair was braided neatly to the back, the usual style that made him look like sin wrapped in calm.
“Who are you talking to?”
His voice came deep and cold, crawling down my spine like a command.
I froze.
Oh no.
“Lena! Lena! Are you still there? Why are you looking like you saw a ghost?!” Nyra yelled into the phone.
Crap.
I snatched my phone from the table and whispered, “Shut up, Nyra. I’ll call you later. Bye!” I hung up before she could start her nonsense again.
As if on cue, my phone rang again.
