~Valeria~
I'd been staring at my bedroom ceiling for the past three hours, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elena Blackwood's knowing smile and heard her voice asking about my "unusual dreams."
The woman knew. She f*****g knew something about me, about my family, about whatever the hell was happening to me. And I'd just stood there like a deer in headlights, letting Landon rescue me instead of demanding answers.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Another text from Landon checking if I was okay, probably the fifth one since he'd dropped me off two hours ago.
“Still thinking about our conversation earlier. Hope you're feeling better?”
Our conversation. Right. The one where I'd spent ten minutes in his car after the party, lying through my teeth about being "just tired" while my ha
