25

“Dove.” The soft word rolled over Elena, and she looked up at Viktor. He stood in the doorway of the room, looking at her.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Why haven’t you moved?”

“Oh, I don’t really know. I need to start cleaning my room,” she said. Her mind was a little foggy. She hadn’t had the best of days, and her reserve energy was about to deplete. She needed to make sure she could sleep in her bed bef