Leaning over, I placed both on the table in front of me, not trusting myself to keep the liquid in the cup. Petra sat opposite me in a large chaise longue, the plump cushions threatening to swallow her slight frame as her curious eyes swept over me, but a soft smile remained on her face. “Don’t feel threatened by me, Elina. I promise I’m not here to cause trouble between you and Reid.” I shrugged, licking my dry lips. “I’m not even sure what is between Reid and me. Ruben . . . Ruben said . . .” She waved her hand before taking a delicate sip of her own drink. I paused, my mind unable to picture this elegant, beautiful woman with Reid. I would describe Reid as animalistic, wild and unrefined, yet Petra was like a slice of fragility; a tiny blow on her and she would disintegrate before your eyes. “Ignore Ruben, he’s somewhat biased. He doesn’t fully understand.” “That makes two of us. What’s going on, Petra? You’re supposed to be dead. And forgive me, but you’re too hot to be a ghost.”
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