Chapter 5 - THE SAFE HOUSESilas took us to a compound hidden in the hills, a place that felt more like a fortress than a home. I was given a room, clean clothes, and a doctor checked Elena while I sat in the hallway, clutching a cup of tea I couldn't drink.
Silas found me there. He looked tired—older than he did in the newspapers.
"They took her to get to me," he said, staring at the closed door where Elena slept. "They thought if they broke her, they could break me. They didn't count on a nursing student with a mop bucket."
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"Why did you trust me?" I asked.
"Because you were the only one who didn't look at her like a piece of leverage," he said. "You looked at her like a child."
