Six years ago:
“I heard your sister is switching schools this year,” Hilda said to Ciara as she coated her long nails with red paint.
It was the day before their first day of senior year at Jackson Prep. The two were in their shared dorm room, waiting for dinnertime to arrive, so they could go assert dominance on the students of Jackson Prep, like they did every Sunday evening before the first day of a new semester.
“Half-sister,” Ciara corrected, her eyes focused on her phone as she scrolled through social media.
She hated it when people referred to Elena as her sister. The girl was only an illegitimate child born from a love affair between her father and some lowly vampire tramp.
“Righttttt. Is she already here? I can’t wait to see her ugly ass face. It’s been what? Two years?” Hil
