Elena POV
But for all I know he should be with her—the woman who had come back after all these years. Instead, he was standing here, drunk and falling apart in my arms.
I swallowed back the emotions threatening to rise. Now wasn’t the time for questions.
With great effort, I guided him toward my bed, lowering him onto the edge. He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. His normally sharp, unreadable eyes were clouded, his expression worn.
He lies lazily, losing his tie, his big slender hand grasping his forehead as he tries to soothe the impact of the alcohol. I stared at him for some seconds before inhaling and exhaling sharply.
His hair that was usually perfect l Hel was now in his array and his buttons were undone.
“I’ll get you some water,” I said, quickly turning toward the nig
