ELENA
My nostrils flared, and now because of the anger as it was already radiating off me in tidal waves. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead, and I exhaled air through my slightly parted lips.
I didn't care that my burgundy hair didn't look pretty in a messy bun because now they were only messy, and there was no bun.
And everyone who looked in my way scurried away in fright because one look from me was enough to warn them to clear the road.
I climbed the stairs that led me inside the Sanders villa, the muscles in my arms sore from the heavy cardio I had to do today. I swear I would be participating in IFBB pro in the coming years if I had to deal with these two obnoxious cousins who were no less than two bears fighting for dominance.
The moment I stepped into the spacious and extravagant living room of the Sanders villa, the whole family was already waiting for us with worried faces.
