Elena's POV
The world didn't explode into pain the way I'd expected. There was no harsh, bone-crunching impact, no white-hot lightning of agony.
Instead, I landed in the warm and solid arms, a human-sized cushion of heat. For a beat, the wind had left my lungs, then the shiver moved through me and I opened my eyes.
There he was.
Up close, his face was all angles and cold light, like someone had carved a man out of blue ice. I almost said thank you. The words died in my throat when his gaze found me, intense.
He smelled like cigars and something metallic that made my stomach flip. Definitely not fiancé-and-supper date smell.
Where was Jessica?
Shouldn't he be enjoying high heels and small talk at the dinner table instead of catching me trying to play agent game?
The question sat
