**Elena’s POV**

My eyes flew open, but my vision was blurry.

I tried to gasp for air, but I choked on the water running down my face. My cheek was pressed against the freezing marble floor, and my hair was a soaked, tangled mess, clinging to my neck. The front of my peach blouse was heavy and translucent, stuck to my skin.

I groaned and tried to turn my head.

Lucia sat on the white velvet couch. She didn't look worried or like a friend who had just seen her best friend faint. She sat with her ...