Seventy

ZORA'S POV

I narrowed my eyes at Elliot, stretched out my hand to him and snapped my fingers.

"I don't know what sort of game you are playing, but I want you to give me my phone."

His brow rose. "Why?"

I stared at him in disbelief. "Why? What sort of question is that? It is my device and I have a right to use it however and when I want. Now, hand hand it over."

As I took a step forward, Elliot retreated. He gripped my phone tightly and clasped his hands behind his back. He had a stubborn tilt to his chin that I knew so well. None of what I had said seemed to have made an impression on him.

"I don't think I will," he said after a pause of some seconds. "I think you should go and get enough sleep. Look at you. You look sleep deprived. Your eyes are sunken in and you couldn't have been comfortable dozing in that chair all night. You are a model, you know. Your appearance matters a whole lot. You have to appear well rested. After you've slept, I will er- hand over your phone to you. It i