Chapter 39

Elena had fallen asleep out of pure boredom.

The house was too quiet, too still. Mia was out with Stefan, and without her usual distractions, Elena had laid on the couch with a book she didn’t finish and drifted off in a huff. The sun was already dipping low when a sharp knock jarred her awake. Her brows furrowed, another knock, firmer this time.

Dragging herself up with a groan, she shuffled to the door, hair messy and one side of her face creased from the couch fabric. She ...