YELENA
It had been a whole week and I still couldn't get him out of my head. His voice wouldn’t stop replaying in my mind.
“You're Yelena to me.”
What the hell did that even mean?
And what was he trying to say about my scent? What did it do to him exactly? He never finished. He just looked at me like he wanted to drag the words out of himself before I stopped him. Rubbish.
After all these years, he'd better not stand in front of me again. The past should stay buried. Dead. He wasn't allowed to resurrect it.
A sharp hiss escaped me without knowing.
“What’s wrong, Lena? Why did you hiss like that?” Nyra looked at me with raised brows.
I blinked, forcing a smile that clearly wasn’t ready to show up today. “It’s nothing.”
She didn’t buy it. Of course, she wouldn’t.
“You’ve been off t
