CHAPTER SEVEN
It was only when the back wheels of the plane left the tarmac that Elektra allowed herself to unwind. The past two weeks had been the most stressful of her life, but she knew that it was very likely there was worse to come.
Eugénie still refused to answer her calls or messages. When Anton found her staring for half an hour at the icon on her phone willing the bubble of an incoming message to appear, she wondered if she was losing her mind. She knew that she had no choice but to find Eugénie and to see for herself if it was really over. Some part of her still held out hope because what they’d had was real, until she blew it.
The practicalities of leaving Sappho’s had exhausted any remnant of energy she had left. Although Nikolas had held out for a few days in agreeing to ma
