Chapter 29 The Invitation
- Even in the faint hue of the evening’s moonlight, the fiery lines on her forehead were visible. Her shoulders were tense as she turned to stare at him.
- “Running away, returning home. Whatever action you see fit. Mr. Axton.”
- A smirk formed at the corner of Angel’s lips, and Elena’s fists balled by her sides. She could feel the anger she’d thought to have kept under control, slowly returning.