Elena
The figure with fire-colored eyes disappears from the window. I sit up in bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. Ray stirs beside me, his arm still draped across my waist.
"Elena?" His voice is thick with sleep. "What is wrong?"
I look at the window. The bars are empty. The moonlight spills through, casting silver shadows on the floor.
"Nothing," I say, forcing my voice to steady. "I thought I saw something. It was just a dream."
Ray sits up. His hand cups my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Are you sure?"
I lean into his touch. "I am sure. Go back to sleep."
He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me like a shield. "Rest now. I am here. Nothing can hurt you."
I close my eyes. But sleep does not come. The image of those fire-colored eyes haunts me. Who was that woman?
