Agnes
I stepped into Elijah’s office, and was immediately hit with the familiar scent of his cologne. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through a stack of papers. His head lifted when the door clicked shut behind me, and his eyes found mine instantly.
“You called?” I asked.
He gestured toward the chair across from his desk. “Sit.”
I hesitated for half a moment before doing as he said. There was something about him that commanded attention. Respect, even. I hated that it still made me feel slightly off-kilter; I was his wife, and we were equals, and yet my heart couldn’t help but race a little when he was all-business like this.
“I wanted to talk about your next Luna task,” he began, leaning back in his chair. “It’s an important one.”
“Alright,” I said slowly, fol
