[Elena's POV]

Room 14 was a guest suite on the east wing. I knocked twice.

Jake opened the door. Dark circles hung under his eyes, the skin of his face pale from lack of sleep and raw panic. He stepped back, leaving the doorway clear.

The air inside smelled stale, like burnt coffee and nervous sweat.

"You're pregnant," Jake stated. He didn't bother locking the door.

"You searched a bathroom cabinet in your uncle's private suite." I kept my voice flat, refusing to give him an inch. "Do you ...