Chapter one hundred

Luka's POV

My hand trembled slightly and I clenched my fist tightly to steady it.

Elena had taken me through some passages and rooms until we reached a closed door.

She took out a set of keys and unlocked the door.

There she pushed open and walked inside.

I stepped in after her and looked around, confused. Where am I?

“Sit” she pointed at what looked like yoga mats arranged on one side of a very large room. I frowned and did as she bid. As I sat, she closed the door behind me and then removed her black gloves, hanging them carefully on a hook beside the door.

I watched her for a second and saw her move towards another table on the other side of the room. When she turned her back towards me, I realized it was a vanity. She picked up the makeup palette on the table and began applying the powder to her face.

“What? I have to look good” She stated. “So much goes on here that I need to look perfect, and you know, that makes for very bad first impressions...” She commented sarcasticall