Elena’s POV
“Dinner?” I blurted out.
Kade paused. “Yes. Dinner.”
I hadn’t been expecting that, but it felt like an opportunity to get some answers—so although the thought of sharing a meal with Kade made me want to gag, I accepted the invitation. Not that it seemed I had much of a choice, anyway. I was still his prisoner, after all.
Later, I returned to my room and searched for something to wear. I found a simple but finely made dress in the back of the closet—a long, velvet number with off-the-shoulder sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The fabric hugged my body in all the right places, and the color suited my silver hair.
For a simple dinner, it was probably overkill. But nothing was ever truly simple with Kade. And I needed him to let his guard down a little if I wanted any informa
