Elena POV

“I’m so sorry,” Lucas said in the car as he picked out pieces of egg shell out of my hair and put them on the jacket lying between us.

“It’s not your fault,” I said quietly, looking out the window. Outside, clouds gathered in large balls of grey, floating solemnly as they looked like they were about to weep for me.

“When I find out who they are,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, “they’ll pay for it.”

“No,” I said leaning my head against the headrest ...