Elena's Pov.

  

  

  The safe house was quiet, too quiet.

  

  We had made it here a few minutes ago, but the silence was worse than the chaos we’d just escaped. It wasn’t peaceful silence. It was heavy, suffocating, like it was pressing on my skin. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, loud and uneven, and it made me restless.

  

  Dante hadn’t sat still since we walked in. He kept pacing the room, each movement sharp and tense, like he was fighting a battle inside himself.

  

  I sat on the edge of the couch with my knees pressed together, my hands curled tightly in my lap. My chest...