**Elena’s POV**

Stefano’s voice drifted from outside the door. “Elena. Come on, open it. I know you are in there.” His hand pressed on the handle from outside, but it didn’t move. He tried again, applying more pressure this time.

“Elena. I need you to open this door now!”

His voice sounded calm, and that was worse than if he’d shouted. That kind of calm meant he was already furious, holding it in. My stomach twisted, and I suddenly felt sick. I wiped my face roughly with the ...