Elena's POV
A noise, sounding like someone breaking down the kitchen, startled me awake, and my eyes flew open.
I was confused by my surroundings; I must have fallen asleep sometime during the early hours of the morning.
I got up, made my bed, and rushed into my ensuite bathroom. I did my business and got dressed.
I was standing with the brush in my hands when the memory of the stallion crashed down on me, and I hesitated as I turned around toward the windows.
Will he still be there?
I got to my feet and slowly walked toward the windows.
What if he was still there? What will I do?
I swallowed hard, counted to three, and pulled the curtains from the windows.
To my surprise, there were no stallions, but a beautiful sunny day. The storm had washed away all the remains of the previou
