39. Elena's Protectors: London's Wealthiest Men

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.

I could do nothing but stare at him in a daze while my tears kept on falling. Nicholas had sexually harassed me and was about to do God knows what if Elijah didn’t step in? I couldn’t help it. I threw myself into his arms and he held me as I sobbed for my lost dignity. “Shh, it’s okay, Elena. He will not get away with this.” Elijah says, trying to console me as I wept.

Then he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. “Sebastian, I need you to come to the hall leading to the ladies’ room. Something has happened.” He says, then pockets his phone again.

The reality of his