Elena.

The next day, after Killian finally gave in to my will, I told Sasha and Jane about it. The way Killian gave in still made me want to huff in annoyance.

Sasha just shrugged, as if it was no big deal, but Jane reacted as if it was world-changing news, and she was over the moon. Of course, because it was Jane.

“See? I told you so,” she said, pointing at me. “He cares.”

“He was just tired of arguing,” I quickly retorted.

At that moment, Jane was lying lazily on Sasha's bed, painting pictures with her fingers that looked like flowers. Colorful paint decorated the sheets.

Sasha herself...