YELENA

It had been a whole week and I still couldn't get him out of my head. His voice wouldn’t stop replaying in my mind.

“You're Yelena to me.”

What the hell did that even mean?

And what was he trying to say about my scent? What did it do to him exactly? He never finished. He just looked at me like he wanted to drag the words out of himself before I stopped him. Rubbish.

After all these years, he'd better not stand in front of me again. The past should stay buried. Dead. He wasn't ...