From the depths of her subconscious, Elara heard the low rumble of a car. She was so numb that she barely registered the sound. She could not sense the world around her. A car door opened, then closed. Muffled footsteps approached.
Elara felt a light but insistent nudge on her shoulders. Her mind snapped back into focus. Her legs and arms felt very stiff as she forced herself to look up.
A man stood over her.
His dark and curly hair framed a face that looked like it had been carved from stone. He reminded her of a Greek god. Green eyes gleamed under the streetlamp. There was no mistaking him.
This was Leo Watson.
“What the hell are you doing lying on the curb?” His voice wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t kind. It was clipped and impatient, like Elara was an inconvenience rather than a con
