Help For Him

The air in Elion's office was heavy. A dark cloud of frustration loomed over his desk, growing thicker with each passing second. His fingers drummed against the surface, his jaw clenched as he reviewed the reports Kade had compiled for their upcoming lunch meeting. But his mind was elsewhere.

The usually cold, collected man had spent the entire morning with a scowl, his fingers twitching as if restraining himself from lashing out at the next unfortunate soul to cross him. 

Raelynn.

He let out a sharp exhale, his fingers tightening around the pen in his grasp. That woman was driving him insane. One moment she clung to him in the dead of night, trembling in his arms, and the next, she was pushing him out of her room, blushing so hard it looked like she'd caught a fever. Elion ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration. What was she thinking? What did she want? Why was she so difficult to understand?