Elena’s POV

The nudge against my foot was so light that at first I thought I had imagined it. I kept my teacup lifted while trying to figure out whether I had stepped on someone’s shoe or bumped into the base of the table.

When I looked down, all I saw was the clean floor and the polished leather of Damien’s shoe resting a few inches from my heel. There was no movement from him, so I assumed he had shifted accidentally and didn’t think much of it. I moved my foot away slowly, hoping ...