Elena
“Elena”
My name cracked through the silence like a shattering glass.
I froze.
My heart jolted so violently it hurt, my lungs forgot how to work. I had spent the past five years preparing for the possibility of seeing him again, convincing myself that when it happens I’d be prepared.
I wasn't.
Slowly as if being pulled by an invisible force, I turned.
He stood only a few feet away, the light from the ballroom spilling into the corridor behind his large frame, outlining the hard lines of his face and the sharp edges of his suit.
Five years have been good to him. Broad shoulders, a stone-like set jaw, grey-blue eyes that looked sharper, colder.
But those eyes still had that effect on me; they still pinned me in place, just as they always had.
For a moment I couldn't speak. I f
