Elena's POV
"Grandmother?" The sharp-eyed woman leaned forward, concern breaking through her earlier composure. "What is it?"
The old woman didn't answer right away, her grip still firm around my hand, her pale eyes tracing over my face with a focus that made every nerve in my body go taut. The silence stretched long enough that I could hear my own pulse hammering in my ears, could feel Damian's attention locked on the scene from his seat, tension radiating off him even from several feet away.
"Say something, please," I managed, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be.
The old woman inhaled again, slower this time, deliberate, the same careful, searching breath I'd seen Damian take outside my apartment window weeks ago. Whatever she was searching for, I watched her find it, watched her
