The images surrounding her grew bleary. Her mother and the Bishops were frantic with worry, though Dean stood closely with an incredulous contemplation. She leaned her head on the sofa’s arm – rest to show that her unexpected illness was due to believable symptoms and she was unwell.
Elena knew the attention was on her and nobody would know that Mel had sneaked out of the house and was now running behind the trees. From where she was reclining, she could see Mel’s athletic figure scurrying around the bushes and Elena prayed to the heavens that Dean’s soldiers would not catch sight of Mel. She had seen the killer rage in their eyes, a milder version of what she had witnessed in Dean’s. They were a sharp and skilful bunch and the odds were stacked against Elena. If the soldiers captured Me
