CHAPTER 237

Elijah’s POV

The jarring blare of my alarm clock jolted me awake, dragging me out of a restless sleep that had been plagued with thoughts of Sophia and Daniel.

Oh, damn. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to soothe my troubled mind — to no avail.

The image of them hugging, the way they seemed so close, replayed in my head like a bad loop. I had left the apartment abruptly, feeling an uncomfortable weight in my chest that deeply burdened me.

I hate this. Why can’t I get that picture out of my head?!

I rubbed my eyes, trying to banish the memory. It wasn’t like me to not fight for something I yearned for. But the last thing I wanted was to give Sophia another reason to be upset with me.

At home, I tossed and turned in bed, the events of the past few days swirling in my mind. The information I’d gathered about Julia and Henry in France just added to the chaos of my thoughts. Sleep had been elusive, and by morning, I dragged myself out of bed feeling like a zombie.

I arrived at my off