Elena's Pov

"Who in the hell are you?"

The words spilled from my mouth before I could even think them. The woman at the edge of the clearing smiled at me as if I'd just asked her something hilarious.

Andrew’s hand was still latched onto mine, but his grip had turned rigid.

His entire body was tense, as if a guitar string was stretched to the point of breaking.

I’d never witnessed him this way...not angry, not defensive.

Afraid...

"You don't know?" The woman raised an eyebrow, her ...