Chapter 13 The Watcher
- Elena’s POV
- The office smelled like him. leather, smoke, and something darker. A scent that made my pulse stumble because it reminded me too much of things I shouldn’t think about.
- The desk was ridiculously neat. Not a paper out of place, pens lined like soldiers, a crystal glass half-drained but sitting on a coaster. A coaster. For a mafia heir. The audacity.