SEBASTIAN AND ELARA
ELARA
Tariq.
The same name that has been ringing in my ears since it came out of Sebastian's mouth last night, the same name that was still ringing in my ears as I ate breakfast with Maya.
Tariq can't threaten me, he really can't. The Intel might be wrong, but how did they know who he was, and what was he doing at Sebastian's house?
“Are you good El?” Maya asked, concerned.
I smiled immediately and nodded. “I'm good, baby.”
“Or…are you thinking about Bash?” She teased and I almost spat out my toast.
“Why are you calling him that?” I asked and she shrugged.
“You called him that first.”
I sighed after a few seconds. “Eat up Maya, I'm good.”
She picked up a fork and stabbed it on her toast dramatically before -
“I think he likes you,” she suddenly said an
