Andrew’s POV

The chamber door shut with a heavy thud, leaving only silence behind. Elena’s scent still lingered in the air, faint but maddening, searing into my memory and making me restless. My hand flexed against my thigh where moments ago it had circled around her throat. I could still feel the warmth of her pulse, the tremble of her breath beneath my grip, the way her lips had parted when I leaned in.

“Damn her.”

I should have sent her out the moment she stepped through that door. ...