Chapter 33 Shifting Lines

• "I want to talk to you."
• It was two days since she had been driven back alone in the limousine. Two days since she had seen Stefan. Or heard from him.
• Now, she watched through narrowed eyes as he came into the room, threw his jacket onto the back of a chair, and sank down opposite her. He stretched his long legs out in front of him, sighed, and closed his eyes. He appeared tired, but at least he didn't seem angry anymore.