A few minutes later, he arrived in the opening, looking tall, dark, and dangerous in jeans and a white T-shirt, with his hair still ruffled and a scowl on his too-handsome face. Ignoring him, Electa continued her angrily research.“Explain to me why you need the bag,” he invited abruptly. Rummaging through a drawer, she slammed it shut and opened the next one.“I want my phone.”“Are you thinking of leaving me again, Electa?” Adrastos sighed out. “Hoping to call a cab? This isn’t London. Cabs don’t turn up in five minutes around here.”“If I was intending to leave you, I would have just gone… walked back to Athens if I had to.” Straightening up, Electa lanced him an icicle glance.“I can’t leave,&
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