ELENA DUVAL
As soon as I turned on the lights and turned around, I jumped and stifled a scream at the unexpected figure that leaned against the kitchen cabinet and blended just perfectly well in the dark. My hip had banged against the wall, sparking a jolt of pain through my bones and my breathing suddenly became erratic.
“Dimitri, you scared me,” My voice came out way breathier than intended. “What are you doing up at this time?”
Fuck. That was a stupid question and the way his full perfect brows tipped up a bit told me so. But I couldn't think clearly through the fog of adrenaline rushing through me.
“Working,” He tipped his head just a little to the pile of papers scattered on the kitchen table which I was too busy calming my beating heart to see.
I raised a brow, but I didn't say
