CHAPTER 73
ELENA
“Here,” Warren hands me a cup of steaming chocolate even though it's sweltering outside, before he crashes to the couch, leaning casually over the leather sofa.
I take a sip and the liquid burns its way down my throat leaving a trail of gooey goodness.
“You said you wanted to talk?” Warren watches as I drop the cup on the coaster. His apartment is quiet and neutral in a way that makes it feel safe.
“It's about Rosa,” I begin, processing the entire information and tabling how I'll lay it out. His face falls into the lax state whenever I tell him anything, to avoid giving too much of what he feels while I speak.
I sigh and spill everything about the conversation I overheard. Rosa's protective charm. The deal with the rogues. The manipulation. The calculated risk she to
