Seven

ELLIOT'S POV

Once more, I clicked on the folder where her pictures were cached on Instagram. I looked at each one, studying the expressions on her face, the background, and everything.

Seldom had I seen a more beautiful woman than Zora. Her features were almost too perfect. It wasn't a wonder she was one of the top models in the world. There was a picture of her in a sundress, at the beach, with a straw hat on. The picture spoke to me. It was obviously taken with a phone camera.

It was not professionally edited, but it was beautiful nonetheless. In the picture, the sun fell on her delicate porcelain skin. Her cheeks were flushed either with heat or exertion.

Her long, dark hair fell in waves down her back. Her pink lips were curved into a half smile. What struck me most were those big brown eyes. There was an expression in them that seemed to say that they defied the world.

I zoomed the picture. Her eyes were warm here. They had definitely not been warm when they had been looking a