Elena’s POV
The line outside the cinema buzzed with chatter and excitement. Molly practically bounced on her feet, her face glowing with pure joy as she rambled on about how this was her favorite movie. I smiled, watching her infectious energy. She deserved to be this happy.
But as I stood there, something hit me—a smell. Two smells. One sharp and familiar, like rain-soaked earth. Stefan. The other was harder to place, tugging at something deep in my mind like a forgotten memory. My head turned instinctively, searching. And that’s when I saw her.
The Siren.
She stood far off between two parked cars, her hair hidden beneath a hood, but her gaze locked on me, sharp and unwavering. A chill ran down my spine.
“Elena?” Molly’s voice cut through the haze. I turned to her quickly.
“Stefan a
