ELENA
For a few shocking minutes, I couldn’t move. I just stood there, frozen, staring up into the familiar face that was revealed as the mask fell away.
I couldn’t believe that I was standing in this room right now, and looking at Atlas Grant. The same Atlas Grant that should be back in Manhattan.
Was this really him? Definitely. The fiery, intense look in his eyes was unmistakeable.
How was he here? What was he doing here? How did he even find me?
These questions and more bugged me, swirling around in my mind.
But what took utmost priority was my brain screaming at me to get away from him. As far as I could.
“Elena…” he started, lifting a hand to palm my cheek, and I seized the opportunity.
Shoving him as hard as I could, I bolted towards the doors and out of the suite, making fo
