Elena’s Point Of View
“Tell him you’re done with his bullshit. To hell with him. And come to me. Do that…” his smirk was pure challenge now, “and I’ll give it to you.”
For a moment, the world stopped. My ears roared, a violent rushing sound, as though blood itself rebelled against what I’d just heard. My chest constricted, too tight, like a fist had closed around my lungs.
Divorce Graham?
The words rattled inside my skull, obscene, vile, poisonous. My voice cracked out, sharp with disbelief. “What… what rubbish are you saying?”
Jaxx tilted his head, predator-slow, studying me as though I were both puzzle and prey, both amusement and weakness he could taste. “You heard me.”
Heat shot through me, not the good kind, not desire, but rage, humiliation, shame all colliding at once. My body
