Jason's POVI slept badly that night. No dreams, but I kept waking up, unable to shake a restless unease I couldn't name.I tossed and turned, eyes opening and closing, and the thing that kept flashing through my mind was the way Elena had looked at me before she left.It was nothing like her. In ten years, she'd never been that quiet, that calm. She'd always cried, screamed, demanded answers—clinging to me even at her most desperate.Even in her worst moments, there'd always been something stubborn burning in her eyes.This time, there was nothing.That total emptiness unsettled me in ways I didn't want to examine.I sat up, frowning, and checked the time. Three in the morning. The estate was silent.I got up without thinking, didn't even register how fast I was walking—and the next thing I knew, I was standing outside her door.I paused for a second. Then pushed it open.It wasn't locked.The light came on, and everything was exposed: the empty bed, the faint metallic scent of blood
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