Chapter 61

Elena’s POV I stayed still on the bed when I heard him enter the room. I pretended to be asleep, my breathing slow and even. But my mind was far from calm. Every thought kept going back to my grandmother; worrying about her health and seeing images of her weak in a hospital bed. Then to May—frozen in fear with a gun pointed at her head. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the images away. “Dinner will be ready soon,” Eric said casually, like we were a normal couple in a normal cabin. “I grilled fish.” I didn’t move, I didn’t look at him and I didn’t answer, I wasn’t in a mood for talking to him. Silence stretched between us. “Elena.” His voice dropped, rougher now. Still, I stayed still. The air changed instantly. In the next second, the mattress dipped sharply. His weight was suddenly on me, fast and unforgiving. He grabbed me and hauled me off the bed like I weighed nothing. My back hit the wall hard, knocking the breath from my lungs. His arm pinned me there while his other