Elena Torres (POV)

I fled to the nearest room when I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. My heart was pounding hard against my chest. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, I stifled a groan when I felt like I was ripped between reality and dream.

The door was flung open and for a second I thought Andrew caught me. I saw a raw rage display on his face. It wasn't hidden, it was calm but tumultuous. I held my breath not wanting to be caught in the lion's den for eavesdropping.

My heart ...