ELENA

Morning came up at the windows and I was still on the couch where I'd sat down after midnight, in last night's clothes, and I hadn't moved since. The house was waking up around me, the staff coming on for the day, a door somewhere, feet on the stairs that weren't his. I knew his step by now, and I kept waiting for it.

If Dominic said no, I didn't have a way around it. I had no phone and no car, and every road to the airport went through his men. He could decide the whole thing on his ...