Chapter 167: Allergy
For one clean second, Elias seriously considered murdering Naomi Vale.
What was she yelling for?
If the woman he had practically set on the plate slipped away because Naomi could not keep her mouth shut, was she going to take responsibility for that?
Elias pretended he had not heard her.
There were plenty of people named Elias in the world. No one could prove Naomi meant him. As long as he did not answer, Yvonne Quinn would not find him.
That was basic survival logic.
"Elias?"
The voice came from the doorway, smooth and low, like the first sip of coffee in the morning. There was a clean chill inside it too, the kind that made a person wake up before they were ready. Magnetic, restrained, and unfairly intimate.
Elias's body betrayed him with a faint shiver.
Damn it.
