[Elena's POV]

My blood turned to ice.

Jake was sitting in his wheelchair right outside the study doors. The hallway was dark, but I could clearly see the suspicion in his eyes.

"What are you doing in Uncle Noah's office?" Jake demanded. His voice was a harsh whisper.

He looked me up and down, noting my bare feet and thin nightgown.

My mind raced. I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't let him look in my pockets.

I forced myself to take a deep breath. I reached into the pocket of my ...