Elena's POV

The raven took off before I had a chance to grasp what had just occurred. Andrew’s voice. Emitted by a bird.

"That's impossible," Clara whispered next to me.

Whether feasible or not, it indicated he was observing. In some manner he was aware of the letter.

I balled up the paper. Stuffed it into my pocket. "Give me a hand with unpacking."

My fresh quarters were tinier, than Andrews. Chillier. The bed appeared rigid and uncomfortable unlike the one I had been sharing with him. ...