ELENA
“Close your eyes.”
I turned toward Jacob, narrowing my eyes as the elevator hummed softly beneath our feet. We were somewhere past the tenth floor already, and he was grinning like a child with a secret.
“What?”
He tilted his head toward me, the gleam in his eyes unmistakable. “What I’m about to show you—it’s a surprise. And I want you to be surprised.”
I raised a brow. “You honestly want me to close my eyes? In an elevator?”
“More than that,” he said, the smile deepening. “I want you to cover your eyes.”
I blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Dead serious.” He lifted one hand as if making an oath, placing the other over his heart like he was pledging allegiance to some ridiculous charm school. “On the Moon Goddess.”
“You,” I said dryly, “are the Moon Goddess’s worst-kept s
