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I expected to be tired this morning, but not frustrated.
Elijah let me down and I focus on that instead of my fear that this thing with Leopold is escalating.
I shouldn’t be worrying about my sex life. I need to figure out how to get this guy to go away.
At least that’s what I tell myself to keep my disappointment at bay.
He never texted back and a cord of concern wrapped around me like a noose all night. And my apprehension was right—Elijah showed up bloody and bruised.
That doesn’t mean I want to stick around for answers. I dress quickly and quietly. There’s a note on the kitchen island.
Call me if you need anything. Even if it’s just to complain about my brother. –Roma
I appreciate Roma’s gesture and decide to leave the note for Elijah to find.
I’m planning on stopping for a giant cup of coffee and a pastry since it’s the only way to make the morning bearable.
But when I open the door and find Lev Zimin, I have a feeling nothing’s going to help.
CHAPTER 18
Elijah
In general, the Zimin boys are morning people. I blame it on Max for always getting up at the ass crack of dawn. Since someone needed to make sure he’d get breakfast and stay out of Yelena’s hair, that meant I got up too.
The habit stuck around, the early dawn a better alarm than the one on my phone.
But today’s internal timer is broken. My eyes crack open. I roll my jaw around, testing the muscles.
Leopold Stuart’s head will end up on a stake before all of this is over.
The motherfucker deserves to die and I’ll see to it.
Sleep might help my injuries, but it’s done nothing to soothe the anger brimming along my bones.
I had plans last night.
Nasty, devious plans involving my Leonora.
She asked for my cock and I’m nothing if not generous. Yes, I’d go slow, but I’d work her up until she understood that her pain was my pleasure.
The amount of things I want to do to her is too much for one night. But I’ll happily begin somewhere and last night should’ve acted as a start date.
Instead, I came home to a pissed-off Leonora who’s already vacated the bed.
Albert stirs, sticking his head up. The bastard chose to sleep by her side of the mattress, the ungrateful furball.
The sheets are cold, the place still. There’s not a sign of her.
Rubbing my eyes, I grab my phone. The screen’s cracked and I fumble for a charger since it won’t light up. When I plug it in, I see that it’s not completely dead, but it’ll need replacing soon.
My bones and muscles groan when I stand. Clothes are thrown haphazardly around the room and there’s nobody to blame but myself.
And that blame isn’t only in regards to the messy clothes.
I don’t like when people scare Leonora and Leopold continues to do so.
Therefore I had to make a visit to the bastard.
