Elena's POV
The DNA test demand echoed in my skull as I walked through my front door.
Thank God June had Oliver occupied—I needed to focus on work. Except concentration was impossible.
My mind kept bouncing between Marcus's ridiculous accusations and the memory of Dorian's mouth on mine.
"So much for keeping my distance," I whispered, mortification burning through me.
I'd kissed him back. Despite every promise I'd made myself, I'd dissolved against him like I always did.
Shame twisted with guilt in my chest. How the hell was I supposed to resist him before things went too far?
My phone buzzed—unknown number. I answered anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Elly." Marcus's voice made my skin crawl.
My teeth clenched. "What the hell do you want?"
"My kid," he said, voice smooth as oil. "I want to meet my son. Look, I get that you're pissed—"
Fury exploded in my veins. "Go to hell! He's not yours!"
