The suite in the West Wing was too quiet. Elena sat on the edge of the silk-covered bed, staring at the locket Julian had given her. The silver surface was cold, but the metal seemed to hum against her palm. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph of the woman who looked just like her—a woman who had been erased from history by the very people Silas claimed to be protecting her from.
A soft thud at the door made her jump. It wasn't a knock, but rather the sound of someone leaning their weight against the wood.
"Elena? It’s Jax."
Elena didn't move. "I want to be alone, Jax."
"I know you do. But Kael is currently breaking furniture in the training room, and Silas is staring at the front gates like he’s waiting for the world to end. I’m the only one left with a semi-functio
