(Elena's POV)

Across Salt-Lake, I found shelter and security in a small village, that was also sparsely inhabited. It was an ideal place to hide. Here, my identity was concealed.

Whenever I'm outside where people are likely to see me, I would wear a dark veil.

Marion played a major role in my safety. He was the reason why we crossed over to the other side of the lake. He had prearranged with a ferryman to take us across in the middle of that night as if, he knew something really, ugly was gonna occur. He found me a small apartment not far from the lake beach, in the small...