“My sister…” Eleanor sighed, glancing upward at the vehicle’s roof. “Of course. It’s just her scene.”
“Elle…”
“Caine, you really think there is anything about my sister you could tell me that I don’t already know?”
Caine frowned.
“My sister is a selfish b***h,” Eleanor sighed. “When she was born, I was so excited. I thought, finally, it wouldn’t be me against two older brothers. I wouldn’t be outnumbered anymore. Then she grew older and things started to change. She was the pretty little princess, and I was just the older, plain sister. Our parents bought her anything she wanted. When that wasn’t enough, she demanded I let her play with my toys and promptly broke them. My parents promised to replace them, but they would just buy her more toys and I got nothing, just a basket of broken
