ELENA
My heart pummels in my chest from how easily I gave in to him, how one touch pulled down my defenses. I walk to the door, pulling it open with a sharp motion. I frown deeply.
It is Rosa.
The sight of her standing there—her face pale with urgency, her eyes blazing with an emotion I cannot quite read—sends a wave of deep anger through me. I am not sure if the anger is because she is actually in my house, uninvited, or because of the beautiful, dangerous truce she just interrupted.
She ignores me, her gaze going straight over my shoulder to Drake. Her mouth tightens, and she gives Drake a somewhat cold look, her eyes narrowed in accusation.
“I’ve been mindlinking you for ten minutes, Alpha,” she says, her voice strained, formal. My lips almost spread into a smirk, is that jealousy?
