ELENA DUVAL
I inhaled, blinking my thoughts and the unsettling feeling away and as I shifted my attention back to Dimitri he was staring at me with that gaze that was literally saying “You wanted to talk, now talk, Elena”
The memory of the look in his eyes the last time I had seen him sent a ghost of shiver down my spine.
“You didn't come home last night, or the night before,” I struggled to keep my voice firm.
“So you are really keeping tabs on me,” He said, dropping the cigarette between his fingers on a glass while his thumb ran through the bottom of his lips and amusement flashed in his depths.
“Seeing as I am your wife, I believe I have earned that right,” I breathed in calmly. And involuntarily, without warning, my gaze moved to his expertly styled hair.
It was always neat and
