ELENA'S POV
"How are you feeling now?" I asked softly, keeping my voice laced with gentle concern. "Does your shoulder hurt too much tonight?"
Arjun didn't answer. He just sat there at the head of the table, staring at me as if he had just seen a ghost. His jaw was slightly slack, his dark eyes wide and frozen, like he was trapped in some kind of deep trance. The terrifying, cold mafia boss who usually looked like he wanted to snap my neck was completely caught off guard.
I leaned in slightly, tilting my head with a bright smile. "Hello? Arjun?"
He blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if clearing a fog. "Uh... what? No. I’m fine," he stammered, his voice lacking its usual smooth authority. "It doesn’t hurt."
"Okay, that’s very good," I said, letting out a soft, sweet giggle. "But plea
