Elena’s POV
I didn’t see her at first. The lobby was its usual elegant hush, marble floors polished to a fault, the chandelier throwing fractured gold across the walls. I was returning from picking up some specialty tea Adrian liked from a small shop down the block. Something mindless and pleasant after a morning of forcing words onto a blank page.
It should have been an uneventful trip, but as I stepped through the glass doors, I felt it, that static tension that comes when someone’s eyes have already found you.
“Fancy seeing you here,” came a syrupy voice.
I turned sharply at the sound of the voice. Rachel stood by the building’s reception desk, leaning one slim hip against the counter as if she belonged there. She wore a perfectly tailored cream coat that probably cost more than my
