[Elena's POV]
My blood turned to ice.
Jake was sitting in his wheelchair right outside the study doors. The hallway was dark, but I could clearly see the suspicion in his eyes.
"What are you doing in Uncle Noah's office?" Jake demanded. His voice was a harsh whisper.
He looked me up and down, noting my bare feet and thin nightgown.
My mind raced. I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't let him look in my pockets.
I forced myself to take a deep breath. I reached into the pocket of my nightgown, right next to the burner phone, and pulled out a blue silk hair tie.
I held it up so he could see it in the dim light.
"I was looking for this," I said smoothly, keeping my voice low. "I left it in here earlier today. I couldn't sleep without my hair tied up."
Jake scoffed. He looked at
