Jahandeer, Seraphim, and Riyanzah, each half-siblings of Elana marched closer to her with a smile. Following the man, they circled around the dining table, their eyes focused on their sister. Ignoring the rest like they ignored commoners, they made their way up to Elana and stood in front, looking at her.
Even resting his hand on her tired shoulder, Jahandeer smirked and squeezed her arm while she sat in her chair. A bead of sweat trailed down Elana's forehead as her half-brother looked around at her guest wearing the same eerie smile. With a frame comparable to Raven and the dastardly charm of a devil, he and his blonde fade were often–even now, the center of attention.
"Didn't I tell you not to try anything behind our backs?" He whispered, smiling and massaging Elana's shoulders yet his eyes still fixed on the audience in the front.
