The monitors hummed steadily beside me.
“Elena Hale,” he continued. “Born Elena Marlow. Daughter of Sofia Marlow.”
My mother’s name struck me harder than I expected.
Sofia Marlow.
I had not heard it spoken by anyone who knew her in years.
“You knew my mother,” I said.
“Yes.”
“How?”
Adrian lowered himself back into the chair. “That is a longer conversation than you should have tonight.”
“I almost died tonight.”
His eyes closed briefly.
