CHAPTER 3
ELENA
Elena woke up to the smell of cappuccino breath. Her eyes shot open, and she stared into Pedro’s blotchy red face. He was hovering over her bed, his arms placed on either side of her pillow.
She tried to scramble up, but he grabbed her by the throat and held her down.
“Get out of my room,” she hissed. “If Lorenzo—”
He laughed. “My big brother isn’t here anymore, remember?”
Right…
She’d forgotten. A mistake that could cost her dearly. Stupid, stupid. In her defense, it was only the second week she had woken up to a world without Lorenzo in it. Why hadn’t she locked her door? Because she hadn’t needed to before; not once had Lorenzo visited her bedroom.
Pedro grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, and Elena stilled. Part of her had always known this day would come. T
