Elena's POV:
Okay. So the guy was a hunk—tall, built like a damn statue, with sharp eyes that saw too much and a smirk that pissed me off just by existing.
But let's not forget the important part—he was also ruthless. The way he tore through those rogues like they were nothing wasn't just skill. It was effortless. Like he'd done it a hundred times before.
And he lied.
Yeah, I remembered.
I did not faint. I was knocked out—which meant he had dragged me into his car while I was unconscious.
So, not only did I wake up in an unfamiliar place with no clue where the hell I was, but I was also stuck with yet another asshole with an agenda.
Guess I just had that kind of luck.
I had to tread lightly.
Because one thing was clear—this guy had an ulterior motive.
And I needed to figure out what it was.