ELENA'S POV Martin and I spun around abruptly, frightened and agitated. For a second, I thought we were ambushed.Then the rustling stopped, and everything went quite again.What the hell was that?" I asked Martin, breathing heavily as though I had just run a marathon, and Martin as well.It struck me that Martin wasn't as strong or fearless as he usually appeared. It also reminded me how, before leaving the house, he had strongly insisted I shouldn't come along. He might not see it that way, but I was honestly glad I had stubbornly followed him, because going through this together made it slightly less terrifying, otherwise, I might have fainted or lost control completely.“How am I supposed to know? Weren’t we both standing right here?” Martin snapped sharply.I could tell he was tense and irritated, so I chose not to let his tone of voice get to me.We both fell silent again, our eyes scanning everything , watching, searching, waiting. Time felt like it was dragging, and there w
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