Elena's POV

Dawn rays streamed into my room. I remained awake. The note rested on my bedside table, Andrew's scrawled words teasing me each time I looked.

*If only I could locate one, capture one, the group would turn invincible.*

He had been preparing for three years. Three years prior, to our encounter.

A knock shattered my spiral of thoughts. Clara came in uninvited holding breakfast I had no intention of eating.

"You look terrible." She remarked, placing the tray on the ...