“Oh. H… Hi.” “Hi.” Elena tosses her a saccharine smile. “I’m Elena, by the way.” “Maggie,” she murmurs, slumping back into the stool. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “I know.” Elena walks toward the door, crooking her finger at me to follow. I know it’s a display of possession over me, and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.
