ELENA'S POV;

Still in my robe, I sat down on the sofa, taking my phone from the counter. What would I do without something as tangible as my phone?

I dropped it before walking to my bed. Collapsing on it, I jumped up when I heard someone walk into my room. Antonio. I couldn't think of anybody else. He stalked towards me slowly. Like a prey to his predator. I moved back, grabbing a blanket before covering herself. His face gave nothing away. He paused, eyes moving down to the blanket, then to my eyes. He cocked a brow. Like saying 'is that supposed to be a barrier?'

"Don't come...