Elena’s POV
The silence stretched like a taut wire. Not the comforting quiet we’d once found in each other, but the brittle kind that made every sound, every page turn, every clink of a glass, ring too loudly.
Three days had passed since the article. Three days of orbiting each other in the same apartment, moving carefully, as if one wrong step might set off an explosion.
I had thrown myself into words, nothing meant for the foundation Adrian and I had been working on late into nights. No, was our story, a battle we needed to get through. I decided to write a new book. I wanted to try something different, a mafia or a werewolf story. I was leaning more to werewolf as it would be like a fantasy escape, something I needed to fill the void inside m, because it was easier to put the ache on
