Elena's POV
After we finished shopping, Hannah called Zander to pick us up.
The whole drive back, Zander acted like his usual icy self, treating me like I was invisible.
But in front of Hannah, he played the gentleman, even opening the car door for me when we got back to the estate.
Dinner was just me and Hannah; Zander never showed.
Hannah was elegantly slicing into a medium-rare steak when she suddenly went for the jugular.
"Elena, how is the mating process coming along with Zander?"
My hand froze on my fork. I took a nervous sip of wine to buy time. "It's... it's going great."
"Is it?"
She set her cutlery down and dabbed her mouth with a napkin.
"Because I haven't caught even a hint of Zander's marking scent on you. In fact, you two smell like total strangers. Like roommates w
