Elena's POV
By the time I got back to the Blackthorn packhouse, I was running on empty.
Even though I was finally safe, my body was still stuck in fight-or-flight mode. Every detail of that nightmare at the studio was playing on a loop in my head.
To make matters worse, I was covered in Brooke's blood, and the smell made my skin crawl.
Just thinking about his filthy hands on me made me want to puke. I needed a shower—now. I had to scrub every last trace of that creep's pheromones off my body.
I burst into the master bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom.
When I tried to shut the door, I realized the latch was busted. I tried forcing it a few times, but it wouldn't click. The door stayed stubbornly unlocked.
Whatever. The housekeeper told me Zander was pulling an all-nighter a
