Elena’s POV:
“I jumped and kicked him, and it sent him flying through the air. You should have seen his face.”
Rachael’s laughter filled the room, loud and unrestrained. “Damn girl, I wish I was there to see his silly face! You really did that?” she gasped between laughs.
I grinned, demonstrating the exact way I had kicked Alex, making her double over with laughter again. I knew by now that the news of me humiliating him—again—was already spreading like wildfire.
We were still laughing when I heard my name ring through the house.
“Elena!”
I froze. I knew that voice. My father.
Rachael stiffened beside me, her laughter dying immediately. I inhaled sharply and stood up, making my way downstairs. My father stood in the middle of the room, his face twisted in fury.
“Good
