Elena's POV
It couldn't be.
But it was.
It was him. I was sure of it. Aside from the scar, which was now woven into his skin, he was the exact copy of Oliver; except older, rugged, and grown.
Panic slipped into my chest as I adjusted in my seat.
"Boys, meet Elena Vane," Vivienne said warmly, her tone filled with delight. "The woman who saved our family."
"Hello, Elena," the other man said as he stepped forward. He looked just like the rest of the family, except he had hazel eyes. "I'm Quentin."
Heat pricked my cheeks, and the panic doubled. I nodded quickly, plastering on a smile.
"Introduce yourself, son," Vivienne urged.
The man moved closer, and my chest tightened.
"Dorian Griffin," he said, pulling out the seat beside me. "Thank you for saving my sister."
He looked at me. Those green eyes settled on me and I felt my insides explode.
I waited, holding my breath, anticipating the confrontation. Instead, his eyes glinted with a smile as he sat.
