Elena.

I slammed my fist into the dark wooden door, over and over again, hard. Pain radiates to my knuckles, but I don't care. The sound of my small shouts was drowned out by the party music that still echoed from my house.

Finally, the door opens slowly. A stony face popped out from behind it, looking far too calm for the situation. He leaned against the door frame, a mockingly amused expression gracing his face. “Any problems?” he asked, his tone sounding indifferent.

I could have killed him and crushed his arrogant face with my fist, but I held back. Instead, I put my hands on my hips, glaring...