Elena POV

“How did you get here?” I stared at him, looking from top to bottom to confirm he wasn’t a figment of my imagination. “You didn’t even call.”

“I did.” He said, still eyeing the actor who was now, slowly shrinking backwards, away from us. “You didn’t pick—“

“You’re injured.” My brows furrowed as I pulled a handkerchief out of my purse and wiped the dried blood off his face. Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep.

Once I was done wiping it off, I rolled ...