Elena’s POV
The soft rhythm of the brush against my hair was soothing—a rare moment of quiet amidst the chaos of my thoughts. Then, a knock shattered the silence. My gaze flicked to the door just as it creaked open, and there he was—London.
Since our fake marriage announcement three days ago, I had barely seen him. I assumed he was too busy with his Alpha duties to bother with me. But here he was, standing in my room like he owned the place. Of course, he did own the place.
I placed the brush down carefully, masking my surprise. “What’s going on?” My voice was calm, but my heart wasn’t.
Leaning casually against the doorframe, London crossed his arms, his smirk as infuriating as ever. “Get ready and meet me downstairs in ten minutes.”
I blinked, my brow lifting. “Where are we going?”
