Chapter Thirty Eight

Morning came faster than expected. Elena sat up from her bed and stretched before finally taking in her surroundings. The old man took her through a small stairway that led to the back of his home, away from where Calhoun was. She couldn't complain, though, because where she was kept was even more beautiful than the house entrance. The garden at the back was much larger and consisted more of vegetables than flowers at the entrance garden. Not that it made it any less beautiful, because the different scents assaulted her senses, even as she slept.

The man took them to a small bungalow at the back of the house, and despite how it looked from the outside, it was much larger inside. He told them there were five rooms there, and Elena and her friends could select whichever they liked. Forest was delighted with the suggestion, and being himself, he took the largest of the rooms. Elion had just shaken her head at his antics, though she couldn't hide the indulgent smile she had for