Alaric POV
The silence in the house was louder than any roar. It had been days since Elena looked at us, let alone spoke to us. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of that glass vase breaking against her bedroom door. I heard her telling us she hated us.
I sat at my desk, staring at the paperwork I was supposed to be signing, but the words just blurred together. My mind was down the hall, outside her locked door.
Silas was pacing by the window. He had been doing it for an hour, his footsteps heavy and uneven. "We can't just sit here," he said, his voice thick with frustration. "She isn't eating enough. I left a tray of soup outside her door two hours ago, and when I went back, it hadn't been touched. She’s going to make herself sick."
"And what do you want to do, Silas?" Kil
