Seventeen

Chapter 17

Elena POV

I stepped into the room and my breath caught in my throat.

It was magnificent. The hall itself was huge, a room that would have easily doubled as a ballroom if necessary.

Unlike the rest of the castle, the curtains were drawn, and the light was spilling into the room, across the finer silverware and linens that were set on the large table in the middle.

But it wasn't the table that caught my breath in my throat. It wasn't the look of the room and the spread of food that made me rethink this castle.

It was Dracul.

He sat at the head of the table and I got my first look at him in the soft morning light. The glow in his face was nothing like the shadow of torches and the dim light of an abandoned room at the far end of the castle.

Now, I could see him clearly and I couldn't look away.

I stood there for a moment just staring.

Dracul was wearing an elegant suit, one that cut across his chest in the best possible way.

He wasn't wearing a tie and the top button of his sh