Fiona’s POV
“Oh, Elena, I didn't realize you stayed in school this long as well…”
“I do,” she answered with creased brows that made my stomach twist.
“How can I help you?” Jalen asked, with a calm voice.
She stood frozen in the doorway, her hand still hovering in the air like she’d forgotten how to knock. Her eyes darted between us: Jalen and me before roaming between his tie still hanging crooked, the faint red mark on the side of his neck where I’d bitten too hard, my dress wrinkled and clinging in all the wrong places now that the adrenaline was crashing. My lips still felt swollen. My thighs ached in a way I could not imagine.
She didn’t blink for several long seconds; it felt like she was trying to process what was before her.
Then she cleared her throat, the sound small a
