ELENA DUVAL
“Bad news?” I took a few long steps closer to Dimitri's table, stopping in the middle of the office. My pulse fluttered in my throat. “What do you mean by that?”
There was a long pause and I felt the hard, long tug in my chest. It was suffocating. It felt like death and failure.
My fingers tightened around the straps of my purse. “Dimitri please, tell me,”
A muscle in his jaw tightened and something painful passed through. “Elena—”
“Dimitri please,” There was nothing physically holding me. I could feel trembling legs, attempting to give up any second. I couldn't bear the silence. And I didn't know how I'd survive what Dimitri had to say. “What happened to my sisters?”
“We have a strong lead on Zoey, Luca's on it. We'll find her in no less than two weeks, I promise,”
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