ELIANA.

I slipped in my shorts before putting on my t-shirt. For a second, I halted in front of the mirror, running my hands through my messy hair. Once I was certain I was at least presentable, I walked back to the door, opening it for Ivan to come back in.

Now, his eyes met mine with a harrowing look. I looked down at the papers in his hands. I could just tell something was wrong even though I couldn't quite put a finger on it. But he was different.

He was ...