YELENA

Shit.

Why today?

Why did they both choose today of all days?

My fingers curled against the counter, my nails digging into the wood as if I could steady the storm inside me. The air still carried him... Tristan.

His scent clung to everything. To me. To the walls. Thick, warm, impossible to ignore.

And now they were here.

Right when things between us were… not normal. Not calm. Not safe.

I forced my face into something that looked like a smile. It didn’t stay. It never did ...