Elena’s POV
I finally worked up the courage to come out from my hiding place behind the wall.
The living room was empty.
I blinked twice. I had heard voices coming from this room. I’d seen the shadows stretched across the wall. But now, only Dax stood there, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other casually holding a glass of water as though he hadn’t just been in some mysterious conversation.
“Who was here?” I asked, leaning against the doorway. My heart raced and my nerves went into overdrive.
He looked up calmly. “No one. I was just talking to myself.”
“No one?” I echoed, crossing my arms. “But… but I heard voices.”
“Maybe you were dreaming.” His lips tilted into a half-smile. My chest tightened in irritation and heat all at once.
“Dax—”
He cut me off by tug
