ELAINA
three days later
I perch my hip against the tan granite kitchen counter and cross my arms. "I'm pretty sure I'm going with you," I argue stubbornly. He's not going to get away with bribing me with bacon. I love it, but it doesn't help his case in any way right now.
"Why would I take you with me when I'm attempting to reach an agreement with the man whose daughter you killed?" He glares at me, irritated. Big bad Viktor isn't used to anyone arguing with him, well, news flash! I won't just lie down and take orders.
He sighs loudly and continues, "Not smart, Elaina. I want you here and kept out of sight. I won't be able to think clearly if you are there and can get hurt."
"I appreciate your concern, but I need to go."
"What do you mean you need to go? This is men's business."
"Oh
