Dorian's POV
I pulled my hand from my pocket, stepping closer to where she stood.
"Lovely to see you again," I said, keeping my voice low.
"Yes," Elena responded softly, bouncing back fast. She cleared her throat, turning toward the man she'd just embraced. "It's so nice to see you again."
"Same here, sweetie," the guy grinned, sliding his arm around her waist.
My jaw tightened. Watching her hug him was torture enough—seeing that radiant smile I'd been craving. Now this stranger was pulling her close.
"You look divine," he said, completely ignoring my presence.
Elena beamed at him. "Thank you, Tobias."
When she faced me, her tone shifted to ice-cold professionalism.
"How can I help you, Mr. Griffin?"
Every fiber of my being wanted to lash out at her distant formality.
"I'll wait," I stated, making it clear this wasn't a request.
"You know, I never fully recovered," Tobias continued.
Recovered from what? My interest sharpened.
