LENA POV
Elias knew me.
The thought slipped into my head so quietly I almost missed it.
Not a crowded restaurant where I'd spend the evening wondering who was looking at me.
Not some fancy place chosen because a movie had decided women liked expensive things.
Not a public display where I'd feel obligated to react the right way.
Just a rooftop.
A sky full of stars.
More food than any two people could reasonably eat.
And us.
Nothing more, nothing else.
The longer I looked around, the more it stopped feeling like a date and started feeling like a refuge.
A place built by someone who had paid attention.
I didn’t need to put on any mask to resemble the scary alchemist able to turn flesh and blood into metal spheres.
I didn’t need to be brave and put together.
With him I could
