C39 Elena’s Protectors: London’s Wealthiest Men

Elena

Elijah!

I take in his blonde hair that had fallen out of the ponytail he had it in, and his bloody knuckles from punching Nicholas, who was now curled up in a ball on the floor. Elijah looks at me, then looks away as he takes off his suit jacket. He walks towards me with downcast eyes and covers up my torn dress