Elena’s pov

It had been three days since I last saw Damien, and the city was already easing into its final work week before Christmas.

"Elena, you do realize you're basically the boss now, right? I don't get why you're still going to work.”

Adrian's voice crackled through my car speakers as I sat in traffic, watching a group of workers hang giant snowflakes from streetlights.

"I'm still on probation," I said, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, "I'm not giving Catherine any excuse ...