THE GUEST OF HONOR
(Elena's POV)
"For you."
The word stayed in the room after he said it, and neither of us picked it up.
I waited. I have stood in a lot of doorways waiting for men to finish their sentences, and I have learned that if you stand still long enough, most of them do.
Damian Cross didn't.
He turned back to the window. The glass held him instead of me.
"You're going to make me ask again," I said.
"I'm going to make you go to bed."
"That isn't an answer."
"No." He put his hand flat on the glass and then took it away, the way you take your hand off something hot. "It's the only thing I can give you tonight."
I didn't move. I stood in the middle of his study with my phone in my hand and my shoes still wet from the car, and I made myself say the thing I had been circling
