Chapter 3The Crown was swanky. The kind of place Dimitri avoided at all costs. His skin was too tight. Every person looked as if they were carrying a bomb underneath their jackets or—a gun.
“Okay, we’re madly in love, and you have no problem with me being insane.” Elian took his hand as he got out of the car.
“You’re not insane.”
“That’s sweet of you, love, but I’m bat s**t crazy. At least, that’s what most of them think.” Elian ran a hand over his suit jacket, fiddled with the buttons before he blew out a shaky breath.
“Doesn’t make it true.” Dimitri didn’t know who most of them were, but he already disliked them.
“Are you sure?” The wide-eyed look Elian sent him had his chest tighten.
Elian was afraid.
“Hubert!” How a voice could hold so much contempt in one word was amazing. Dimi
