ELENA
“What do you mean you don’t know?” I asked Blake. We lay inside my treehouse looking up at the wooden ceiling. It was the second treehouse I’d known. Blake had had the hiccups once before he’d gotten his human form when we were smaller…and burned the whole thing down. I’d taken the blame. Said it was a lantern accident.
“I don’t know. It’s just how I feel.” He took a drag of his cigarette. His dad was so going to kill him if he found out.
“It’s Arianna, Blake,” I teased.
“So?” he asked.
“Seriously, how can this be such a surprise to you, you never saw how she looked at you, how she acted when you are around?” I persisted. “Blake and Arianna sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
“Seriously,” he grunted.
I was twelve, Blake was sixteen. He was like my big brother. He hadn’t found a
