Elena’s POV

"You're shaking

Andrew’s voice dragged me out of the mist within my mind. We stood in Andrew’s chambers; he’d insisted that I come with him after the events at the border because my room wasn’t safe. His aroma enveloped me. Pine trees, the earth below them, and the distinctive scent that only Andrew possessed.

”I'm fine,” I lied.

"No." His hands rested on my shoulders, their warmth seeping through the thin material of the dress I wore. "You almost died tonight. ...