Elena's POV

The car stops right at the doorway of the mansion that looked like it belonged in one of those glossy magazines my mother used to flip through when life was still good. White stone walls, columns wrapped in ivy, and a circular driveway with golf-course quality grass in the middle.

I didn't get to gawk long. 

How could I when Caleb was already at the door, opening it for us? Noah, or Mr. N, whatever name floats his boat, took me by the arm and led me inside without a word.

I ...