Elena’s POV

Damien guided Stella out of the private dining room, and she slumped dramatically against his shoulder, pretending to be helpless.

Her head tilted back just enough for her eyes to meet mine. That hostile glare held so much hatred that it almost felt laughable. She collected grudges the way others collected souvenirs. No matter how minor the incident, she would store it away and bring it out whenever it served her.

I sighed and sat down, still annoyed by Sapphire’s earlier ...