Blake's POV

The cabin was too quiet.

Not peaceful quiet. The kind that pressed against my ears until every breath felt too loud. The fire crackled softly, the only sound grounding me as I stood near the window in Elena’s body, staring out at the trees without really seeing them.

I knew why we were here.

Harry had not hidden it. He told us himself. He said it was for our safety. That things were moving behind the scenes and he needed us out of reach for a few days. Away from Mary. Away from ...