LENA POV
This was the first time Lena had been home alone since they moved into the compound. She tried not to let that lonely feeling bore into her too much. She failed miserably.
Isabella had offered for her to join them but she wouldn't have been able to sit ten feets close to Rafe without her body wound up tight with tension.
The tension between them was so damn thick it was suffocating.
They had returned to the way they were when they first met, but this time, it was even worse. Their suspicions of each other had grown irrational, each driven by completely different concerns.
Lena had tried to find reasons to hate towards Rafe. He was somehow involved in her family's demise. So she should hate him, right? Why then didn't she? All she felt towards him was… longing. Longing towa
