Elena’s Point Of ViewThe door clicked shut behind me, the sound final, irrevocable, like the slamming of a cell door after a lifetime sentence. The stranger opened the car door for me, his movements smooth, effortless, like he’d done this a thousand times before. The leather seats creaked as I slid inside, the scent of new car and something masculine… spice, leather, power, filling my nose. It wasn’t Graham’s car. It wasn’t his scent. It wasn’t him. And God, did that feel good.Roman slid into the driver’s seat, his broad shoulders filling the space, his hands gripping the wheel like he owned it. The engine roared to life, a deep, throaty growl that vibrated through the car, through me, shaking loose something deep inside my chest. I exhaled, long and slow, my fingers curling into the leather as I leaned back against the seat, the tension draining out of me like water from a broken dam."Thanks," my voice was hoarse, raw from screaming, from fighting, from years of swallowing words
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