I placed my coffee cup on the counter the moment the front door swung close and walked toward the sounds in the hallway.
Elena looked up in surprise and froze, her eyes twinkling in fright. Her hair was wet, and she was dressed in the same clothes she was wearing yesterday. She clearly spent the night somewhere, and it sure as hell wasn't here, in my bed where she was supposed to be.
"Where have you been?" I asked, my voice deceptively calm.
"Richard." She lifted her hand to her chest. "You're up earlier than usual."
I stared her down, trying to keep her from realizing how angry I am. "I asked you a question."
She frowned at me and tried to walk past me, but I grab her wrist and pulled her against me. "Where. Were. You? Answer me,” I snapped.
She gritted her teeth and glared daggers
