Chapter Sixty-Four

 

Fake Harshnees

 

Elena

 

My weak eyelids fluttered open as it trailed through the walls of my room, up to the slightly opened window, and I could see it was dawn already, too early for anyone to get out of bed, except for me. Sighing, I rose quickly to my feet as I pushed the door open and ambled straight to the kitchen to prepare today's breakfast before others woke up.

 

"Elena.".  Celine's voice called from behind as I shuddered, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood upright.

 

I slowly spun to face her. "Can... can I help you with something?".  I stuttered as she opened...