POV: Elena
The drive back from the greenhouse was so quiet that the sound of the tires rolling over the pavement seemed unnaturally loud.
Jace didn't attempt to start a conversation, and I wasn't sure I could have answered him if he had. My mind was still trapped inside that abandoned greenhouse, replaying the note over and over.
YOU'RE LATE.
Whoever had written it had expected us.
Not hoped. Expected. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared out the passenger window as the familiar gates of the Calloway estate came into view. For the first time since moving into the house, the iron fences and security cameras didn't make me feel protected. They only reminded me that someone had managed to get close despite all of them.
Jace parked in front of the house and switched off the engine,
