He had to hand it to his sister. She had established a thriving business due, in part, to her business acumen, which took him by surprise, but more because of her vibrancy. Elektra was fiery, emotional and unpredictable at times, but she also burned with a passion for life that was contagious and to be wrapped in that warmth, and even her ire, was life-giving. He knew it. Eugénie knew it.
As he was returning coffee cups to the bar, the phone hummed in his shirt pocket, sending pulses through his chest in urgent waves. With one free hand he plucked it out.
Eugénie. Relief and concern came in equal measure.
‘Hi Eugénie.’ There was a sense of déjà vu and Nikolas steeled himself for what might come.
‘Neek, have you heard from her? I’m worried.’
‘Not today. She hasn’t answered my messages.
