She slipped into the passenger seat again, in a fresh outfit, her blood stained clothes having been discarded, and the wounds, healing still, neatly patched up.
Sipping on some water, Elena's eyes darted to Elijah. She was still scared, still unsure. But she wanted to know everything she could.
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