Elena's POV
"Mommy, where is Dorian?"
Oliver's gentle voice dragged me from restless sleep. I'd fallen asleep sitting upright, and my spine ached from the awkward position.
"He'll be back soon," I whispered, though the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
Sleep had been impossible. My mind kept replaying that heated moment with Dorian—the kiss that set my body on fire, his touch that made me crave more, how desperately I'd wanted him until Oliver walked in.
Heat pooled between my thighs at the memory, my cheeks burning.
"Okay," Oliver said, snapping me back to reality. "When do I start school?"
Panic shot through me. "Oh... sweetheart..." I gasped. "I need to find you a good school first."
He bobbed his head. "Can I watch TV?"
"Of course."
He bounded from the room, his cheerful chatter fading down the hall.
I pressed my fingers to my temples as a sharp headache bloomed across my forehead.
