Chapter 12

Elena’s P.O.V.

Another day. Another headache. All of which consisted mainly of one person.

“You know,” Dax said, watching me type, “for someone who swore she didn’t want this job, you’re annoyingly good at it.”

I didn’t look up. “Maybe I’m just good at pretending I care.”

His mouth curved, and I cou...

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