ELENA
I lingered in the kitchen using an excuse of helping Fredrick though the butler kept telling me that he didn't need any.
I knew that prolonging the inevitable wasn't going to work in my favour but after the bravado, I pulled at the dinner table, I had lost all the courage to face Devon.
By ten thirty in the night, Fredrick was done with his work and also with entertaining me by listening to my senseless blabbering.
And it was time to face what I scared the most-angry Devon.
I dragged my heavy feet that felt like they were made up of iron and reached outside our bedroom. I waited, scratching my thumb before I turned the knob. I slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside to find an empty room.
My brows furrowed in confusion. Where was Devon? I didn't hear him coming down again after he retired to our room.
I pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. Turning around, I closed it behind me.
