Elias’s POV
I paced the length of my office again, the carpet whispering under my shoes. The clock above the bookshelf blinked mercilessly; Alina still hadn’t shown.
“Relax, Elias — you’re making me dizzy,” Sun muttered, exhaustion threading his voice. I stopped and turned, scowling; the corners of his mouth lifted into an easy smile as if to puncture my bad temper.
“You know you don’t have to be here. I finished the meeting. Why are you still here?” I snapped, the words sharp as glass.
Sun rose from my chair and closed the distance between us. He leaned on the edge of my desk, watching me with an amused patience. “Aren’t you being a little harsh?” he asked, voice light, but his gaze grew serious. “You still haven’t decided what to do about that boy. He’s still roaming around.”
I let
