Elena’s POVWas she scared? No, she was terrified. It had been more than 15 days and she was here, in this small motel. Since the night Elle had knocked on her door, she had been here, alone, locked in a room, and never even dared to peek out. What if anyone recognizes her? No, she couldn’t take the risk.She took the last bite of pizza she had ordered and gulped it with coke. She was eating but without taste, sleeping, with nothing but terror, watching, without seeing. She was just living. She laid down on the small bed and looked at the TV. Nothing was getting her interest. She opened up the laptop and looked for news on Ian.It was his last day of shooting. He was about to leave for his home after this. “Me and my wife can’t wait to get back to our second honeymoon sooner”, he had spoken in his parting remarks in the interview.Elena sighed. They were going, Good.She lied down and looked at the ceiling.She had run away from Aslan for her freedom, but was she free? She knew he won
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