CHAPTER 7
ELENA
Four walls, a thin mattress, and still no form of heating in the ice-cold cellar. Elena wrapped her arms around her legs, rubbing them in a desperate attempt to get warm. Viking hadn’t even sent her a blanket. It began to sink in that her dire circumstances may not be temporary. Viking had changed. And it wasn’t just the added tattoos. Not that she was surprised. It had been sixteen years, and neither of them was the same person anymore.
If I could turn back time…
She leaned a cheek on her knee. Just a week ago, they had seen each other for the first time in sixteen years. It had been at Club Flux, and there had been a shooting. She had barely made it out. Once outside, just seeing him had made her ache, like she did when they first met. Though he had pushed her against
