Elena.

"Get out of your ass, Jane!" Sasha barked in a snappy tone.

In an instant, she jumped onto the bed, grabbed the hem of Jane's dress, and tugged her briskly on her back. A screech sounded as they both fell off the bed, hitting the floor with quite a loud thud. Jane, who had been standing right in front of the television as the commercial played, was now sprawled on the carpet, her face facing the mirror hanging on the wall.

“The hell of Ramsey is about to play out!” Sasha yelled again, louder this time. She quickly got to her feet, jumped back onto my bed, and sat...