Dorian's POV
I stretched and let out a groan as I got to my feet from the bed. I had a vague memory of stumbling in last night, peeling off just my jacket before crashing.
"Fuck," I yawned, scrubbing my face with my palms as I shuffled toward the bathroom.
After splashing water on my face, Elena flooded back into my thoughts.
"Way too early for this," I muttered to myself, though my pulse quickened.
I couldn't get that moment we'd shared out of my head. Things would be complicated now, hanging around her with everything going on, but I'd figure out how to work around it.
I always found a way.
While brushing my teeth, my conversation with Mick replayed in my mind, sending adrenaline coursing through me.
I was dying to tell Elena about the secure place I'd lined up for her and her kid. She'd be thankful—had to be.
I rushed through my shower, threw on a white shirt and black suit, then headed for the dining room.
