ELENA’S POV

The guards didn’t let me leave on my own. They escorted me back while I heard people mutter something about me being a celebrity. Halfway back to the mansion, a car pulled over to pick me up and take us back.

“Get in,” he said, rolling the window down for us to see whowas behind the wheel. It was Ryan. I grabbed the door handle and got in, sitting beside him. Casperall got in the back.

I detailed everything that had happened right after I’d sat down. Ryan listened ...