DAMIAN
“Wh-what?” the lady in front of me stammered, her expression changing from pissed to confusion so fast that anyone with eyes could see she was a fake. Just like her damn mother. “W-what do you mean?”
I stared at her with my head tilted, my lips pressed together.
Just a minute ago, she was red with anger, her chest heaving, and she seemed… different. She almost seems likable then. And I thought to myself that maybe she hated her mother like we did, seeing as she just came out of her room seething. I thought, even though Elara was her mother, maybe they weren't on good terms, and she could be on our team, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
When I saw that bag in her hand, I didn't need to be told what was in there, and I knew with certainty that they were on the same team. She
