The walls of the estate felt like they were closing in on me. After the slaughter outside, Alaric had carried me back into the house. I hadn't fought him. I didn't have the strength. I just sat on the edge of a massive bed in a room that looked like it belonged in a castle, watching the three of them.
They had cleaned up. They were dressed in sweat pants and just a plain top, but it didn't matter. I could still see the beasts under their skin. I could still smell the blood in the air.
"Drink this," Alaric said, handing me a glass of water.
I ignored it. I looked at the three of them standing near the fireplace. "What am I doing here? Why won't you let me go home?"
"You don't have a home anymore, Elena," Silas said. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "Marcus cleared out
