Jordan’s next message arrived while Elena was still in bed.

Coffee was weird. You were weird. Talk to me properly or I’m coming over.

Elena stared at the screen until the words blurred. Beside her the sheets still held the faint scent of Marcus from the hour before Victoria had woken. He had taken her quietly, one hand covering her mouth, the other braced on the headboard, and left her with another thick load and a new bruise high on the soft skin of her inner thigh where no one would see it unless she allowed it. The mark throbbed now in time with her pulse. Between her legs she...