Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction story based on L.J. Smith's The Secret Circle trilogy. I don't own the world or the characters. Also, this is not influenced in any way, shape, or form by any of the books after The Power. I don't read the ghostwritten ones. That said, I am taking liberty with the timeline to make it suit my purposes. In the books, the confrontation with Black John would have JUST happened. But I'm writing as if time has passed. Just go with it? ;) I hope you enjoy!


Chapter One

Complete silence weighed on us as we drove through the inky dinky town of New Salem, Massachusetts. I didn't even know this town existed a year ago - now I was moving there. To live with a brother and grandmother I hadn't known I had. That my mother had kept secret for all seventeen, almost eighteen, years of my life. But I couldn't exactly be mad at her now, could I? No, all I wanted to do was cry because she was gone.

My emotions flipped between anger and sorrow more times than I could count. They'd been doing so the entire drive from Boston. Not like I could focus on much else considering my brother wouldn't say more than two words to me. He just brooded in the driver's seat, only speaking when absolutely necessary and never once looking directly at me.

I already hated this. I hadn't even met this grandmother of mine yet, and I was already trying to work out a way to get the hell out of here.

After who knew how long, we turned onto a long stretch of road, a few houses scattered on each side. I'd counted no more than nine by the time we turned into a driveway.

Crowhaven Road. Pretty bare. Kind of depressing. I wanted to deny it, but it fit me perfectly right then. I still didn't want to be there, but my options were slim - stay here or run away. And I wasn't too keen on striking out on my own. Mom would have hated that. She'd hate that I was even considering it.

So for my dead mother's sake, I was going to give this place a go. Sliding a glance over at the guy slowly pulling the keys out of the ignition beside me, I knew I wasn't so sure how much of a chance he'd be getting. But this place, fine. The grandmother inside, sure.

But brother dearest was already on my shit list. And I'd been in his presence for less than twenty-four hours. Someone should hand him an award.

"Come on," he said sharply, as if I was inconveniencing him somehow by waiting for him before heading inside. "Inside first. Your stuff after you meet Grandma." Wow. There you had it, folks. The longest attempt at a sentence he'd spoken to me so far.

I held back a sigh. "Okay."

We both exited the vehicle and headed toward the door, me following him. Unable to help myself, I took another glance around, then stopped.

Someone was staring at me. She wasn't super close, though that was more because none of the houses on this road crowded each other. We were at number nine and it had taken us a good chunk of time to drive down this way since turning. Somewhere between five to ten minutes. So the chick staring at me was actually at the neighboring house, number seven. Considering the distance, it was hard to make out her features but she was definitely tall, curvy, and had dark hair that seemed wild. She stood with her arms crossed, watching us walk inside, as if we were some spectacle.

I was trying to decide whether or not to mention her when a throat cleared in front of me. His head was turned to the side, not toward where the girl was standing but the other way. Clearly he intended to make it seem like he was side-eyeing me. Ridiculous. Did he really think I didn't catch on to the fact that his eyes avoided me?

The door to the house flew open before I could toss a barb at him, because he deserved one for acting jerkish. An old, plump woman stood inside, grinning. "Adam, dear! Come in, bring her in! This is so exciting!"

My first reaction to this lady who was an urge to laugh. Here Adam was, my half-brother I'd only found out about recently, being all moody and rude. And then there's this lady, who I was going to go out on a limb and guess was my grandmother, all peppy and cheerful.

Turning his side-eye to our grandmother, Adam began walking again, seemingly not caring whether or not I followed anymore. Lovely. When he moved, I was in full view of the woman, and she wasted no time in studying me, face full of happiness.

"Oh, you're beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Come inside, darling. We'll have some tea and cookies."

Already liking her better than Adam, I wasted no time following her instructions. Once inside, she closed the door behind me, then turned and wrapped me into a bear hug. For an old lady, she hugged tight. "We are so pleased to have you here. I'm your grandmother. Feel free to call me Grandma like Adam does." A quick squeeze before pulling back. "I know we've lost a lot of time, but I don't want any unpleasantness between us. You're already going through enough…" she trailed off, her smile drooping a bit before she perked up again. "Adam!" she called. "Bring some tea and cookies to the parlor, please! We're all going to sit down and have a nice chat."

Though he appeared none to thrilled about it, Adam followed orders, carrying a tray with three tea cups, a tea kettle, cream, sugar, and cookies into the room the lady - Grandma - had led me to. And he sat with us, sipping his beverage with a frown while Grandma chatted me up. We talked about a bunch of things, but they all seemed to insignificant. She asked about my interests, my friends. But she didn't ask much about anything substantial. No how are you? or what was your mother like? I knew my mother had been mine and Adam's father's dirty little secret, a one night stand forever ago while he was married to Adam's mother. He, Adrian, our father, had known about me. His last name was on my birth certificate. But he never cared about me, never spent any time with me, never showed any interest. His wife, Elizabeth, and their bouncing baby boy, Adam, were his whole world. No time left for us.

That was what I was told, at least. My mother's death hadn't been quick, and we'd known it was coming for some time. Around the end, she began confessing to things she felt I needed to know. Most of those things had to do with Adrian and these two family members that had always existed, all of us unaware of one another. Desperate to make sure I would end up somewhere safe and loving after she passed on, it was my mother who arranged my moving here to New Salem. My mother who spoke with Mrs. Franklin, Adam's grandmother but not really mine since she was on his mother's side. My mother who relayed to me the news that Mrs. Franklin was shocked but excited at another relative for her grandson running around this world, and that it would be no trouble for her to take me in. My mother who informed me that Mrs. Franklin insisted on me not thinking anything of which parent of Adam's she was the mother of, that the fact alone of Adam being my (half-)brother and her being his grandmother was enough to link us in a similar bond.

I'd thought the women were crazy, both my mother and Mrs. Franklin. My mother really contacted a stranger to take me in simply because she was related to my half-brother. Mrs. Franklin was welcoming me with open arms for the same reason. Who did that?

Hard to deny your dying mother when she asks you to go along with it, though. So I agreed. Not that it would have mattered. I was a minor, and I'd end up with some kind of guardian regardless. Crazy as the situation was, at least I didn't end up in foster care. Instead, I ended up here with Mrs. Franklin, my new grandmother, and Adam, the half-brother who was even less excited than I was. I hadn't thought it was possible, but it was clear on his face that he did not want me there. When Grandma insisted she wash out the tea set while Adam showed me to my room and I settled in, I didn't miss the way his lips pressed into a straight line. As if I was inconveniencing him yet again.

"I'll get my stuff," I told him, wanting nothing more than to get away from him if he was going to be that way. "Just tell me where I need to take it."

He shook his head, walking to the door. "I've got it."

I sighed. "Then I'll help."

He said nothing. We were pulling my bags - I only had a couple for now to hold me over until the boxes of my belongings arrived - out of his trunk when I heard a scoff behind us.

"Really, Adam?" an almost husky female voice asked. Spinning around, I saw it was the chick who'd been staring earlier. Her pitch black hair tumbled over her shoulders, her hands on her hips as she pursed her lips. Honey-colored eyes narrowed, she went on, "After your last slip up, I thought you'd be done with those ways for good. Apparently I was wrong."

Adam dropped my bag on the ground and it landed with a thump. If we'd been alone, I would have snarked something at him even though all my breakables still had yet to arrive. But this girl was here, and everything about her presence was accusing. I watched curiously as Adam glared at her.

"You have no clue what you're talking about, Faye." His voice was hard, even more severe than he'd been when speaking to me.

A smirk lifted the corner of her lips. "I know what it looks like, and last time I saw something like this, I was exactly right."

His glare narrowed, and I got the sense that he was holding back from stepping toward this girl - Faye. This Faye girl, whoever she was. Not a friend of his. Maybe just a neighbor? "You were wrong then and you're even more wrong this time. Now go away."

Faye sighed, lifting a hand to cover her mouth in the fakest yawn I'd ever seen in my life. "You can give me that violent look with that violent tone all you like, Adam. I know you're never going to act on it. And don't think you're intimidating me, either. I have to tell Cassie about this. Surely you know that."

This time, Adam did step forward, but I could tell from his stance that she was right - he wasn't going to do anything to her. So he wasn't the type of guy to hit a girl. Good. Finally, a redeeming quality about my new brother. "Don't tell Cassie a single thing!" he nearly yelled. If I hadn't been prepared for it based on his angry expression, I'd have flinched. Faye must have had the same expectation because she held still, as well. "I will talk to her soon enough. This is none of your business."

"Of course it's my business. Anything that affects the…" her eyes slid to me and I knew she was choosing a different word from what she was originally going to say, "...group is my business. Surely you understand." She shrugged like there was no way around it, which even I could tell was total bull.

"Faye-" Adam started.

Faye interrupted, "No. I've always known you were terrible, but you have everyone else fooled. Not me. And you're not fooling me now." Her eyes leveled on me. "Hope your little floozy is worth it, because I'm telling Cassie all about this."

Floozy? I blinked for a second, then barked out something between a laugh and "What?!" that turned into a series of coughs. I stood there choking on air as Faye stared at me with something akin to amusement in her eyes, paired with defiance. She truly thought I was Adam's… floozy. Dear lord. These thoughts were not helping make my coughing subside.

For the first time, Adam's eyes landed on me. Great, it took me choking to death. He watched me for a second before raising a hesitant hand, hovering it behind my back as if he was considering smacking it to help me breathe. Luckily, I began to regain my breath before he could do so.

"You okay?" he asked with something that almost seemed like concern. I'd have thought it was concern if not for the fact that he made it crystal clear already he didn't want me here nor did he give two shits about me. He probably just didn't want me to die in his driveway. Grandma would hate it. And he'd have to explain it to Cassie - who I was assuming was his girlfriend. Faye was probably a friend of hers who wasn't fond of Adam. Like, at all. Like, to the point of near hatred. Interesting.

Letting out another cough, I said, "I'm fine."

Faye cleared her throat, her expression saying we'd proven a point. "Very caring, Adam." There was no hiding the accusation in her tone now.

With me breathing good and dandy again, Adam went back to doing his best to act like his eyes didn't register me. He focused on Faye. "She's not my floozy," he said, his voice sounding tired.

"Excuse me," I said, narrowing my eyes on him. "I'm not a floozy at all, thank you very much."

Faye chuckled, a raspy noise filling the tense air. "I doubt that."

I waited a second, for what, I didn't know. But after a moment, I shook my head. "Whatever. I'm going inside." And with that, I grabbed both my own bags and began lugging them inside. Grandma could point me in the direction of my room.

"Wow, Adam," I heard Faye say behind me. "Way to defend her. So she's not worth the trouble you're about to be in with Cassie."

Adam's sharp response started before she'd even finished the last word. "You're a bitch, Faye." And then to my complete and utter shock, his voice came up behind me. "Wait up, Elena. Let me help."

"Adam said a swear word!" Faye mocked, stopping both Adam and me from moving more than turning around to face her again. "Never thought I'd see the day. And apparently you do care. Or do you? It's not nice to toy with feelings, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "I've known you ten minutes and I can already tell you're not the person anyone wants advice from on how to be nice."

Adam, apparently having undergone a complete one-eighty, nodded at me. "You're right."

Not paying any attention to our exchange, Faye reminded, "So I'll just go on over to Cassie's house."

"No," Adam snapped, anger tinging the word, but he was clearly calmer now. "I'll call her over. I'll call everyone over. We'll all talk about it as a group. Can you handle waiting until they get here or are you feeling especially irritating today?"

"That depends."

He didn't ask what, just kept staring at her until she said, "On whether or not you plan on keeping her around for this little meeting, of course." Her brow arched. "Surely she can be there seeing as it's partly about her."

"No," Adam said. "We can all talk without dragging her into it."

Faye's mouth shifted into a smile, but it was not what anyone would label friendly. "If she can spend this intimate time with you, then she can handle our… circle of friends." The humor in her eyes danced, and I could not figure out why. Was she simply enjoying the taunting? Did she want to make it clear that I was an outsider to their group? While before it seemed like she and Adam were on a one way street to Enemyville, now they gave off the vibe of people familiar with one another, who put up with each other on a regular basis. Almost like friends, except they didn't particularly like one another. So she and Adam were likely within the same group of friends, which made sense if she was tight with Adam's girlfriend.

Adam sighed, clearly ready to be done with this conversation. "No, Faye."

"Yes, Adam."

They had some kind of staring contest for an entire minute, to the point where I was considering going back to my plan of dragging my stuff inside myself and seeking info from Grandma on where my room was. It was awkward. Finally, Adam sighed again, this time in defeat. "Fine."

Faye appeared pleased, and my eyes flew between them, uncertain exactly what was going on. So was I meeting their friends? Why did I feel like I was missing something?

Now I was the one done with this. "I'm going inside. It's cold out here." January in Massachusetts wasn't exactly known for its sunny skies, and while my coat did wonders, we'd been standing out here for too long.

Adam jumped back into gear, nodding and lifting the bag closest to him. "Of course. Let's go inside." He moved around me and grabbed my other bag, too, taking this one right from my fingers. Not a glance was spared for Faye when he said, "You're welcome inside in the meantime."

Then he led the way back inside. I took a page from his book and paid no attention to Faye as I trailed behind him. Since I heard the door shut after us, I assumed she'd taken the invitation. This was confirmed when Adam said, again without looking back at her, "Wait in the living room. I'm taking her and her bags up to her room and then calling everybody."

"Whatever. Just make sure you don't take too long. I know what you get up to when you're alone with-"

"Faye!" Adam barked. Surprisingly, she remained quiet after that reprimand.

I followed him up the stairs. In the hallway, we stopped at the first door on the right. There was a door directly across the hall, and then three others down the way. "This one's yours," Adam said, his tone somewhere in between the Adam I first met and the one who did a one-eighty. "The one across is mine, the one next to yours is the bathroom, the one next to mine is Grandma's, and the one at the end is a closet. There's extra blankets and stuff in there." Explanation over, he turned the knob and stepped into my new room.

Peeking around him, I saw that the room was a decent size. Not teeny tiny, but not huge either. A tad larger than the room at the apartment I used to share with Mom. But I refused to dwell on that, so I instead took notice of the design. It was light, whites and creams the main focus. There were a couple pieces of dark brown furniture, but other than that, the room was solidly bright.

"Used to be the guest room, but now it's yours," Adam told me, moving farther into the room to place my bags along the wall next to a door I assumed was the closet. He stood there, eyes roving everywhere but in my vicinity. "So yeah. Apparently I have some calls to make. You can join us if you want, but please don't feel forced." Not waiting for a response, he headed out of the room, sliding around me in the doorway and then disappearing into the door across the hall.

What was I supposed to do now? From what I could tell, Adam did not want me hanging out with his friends. Honestly, that made it tempting to do exactly that. But Faye wanted it, too. And I didn't want to do what she wanted any more than I wanted to do what my brother wanted. If I did join them, I didn't want to wait down there with Faye. I knew a shady person when I met one.

Still unsure, I decided to flop down on my bed and wait for Adam to leave his room. Then I'd ask him...something, and based on that answer, I'd either go downstairs with him or stay up here and play the avoiding game. Would all his friends be like Faye? Goodness, I hoped not.

A couple minutes later, I heard footsteps reach the top of the stairs. I tensed, wondering if it was Faye or someone else.

"Elena, dear," Grandma Franklin's voice reached me before she rounded the corner into my room. I sat up on the bed to face her. "I heard Adam's friends were coming over. You'll be joining them, won't you? They're delightful!"

"Um…" How was I supposed to reply to that?

Adam's door opened before I had to figure it out. "She's invited, Grandma, but we don't want to pressure her. She just got here. Maybe she wants to rest." I tried to detect whether he was saying that for his grandmother's sake or mine, but I couldn't tell. I thought I'd had him pegged based on his original behavior, but ever since we arrived, he'd been wavering between the original douche and an actually okay guy.

"What about you?" I asked.

His eyes widened in my general direction. "What?"

"What about you?" I repeated. "You traveled all day, too. Longer than me, even. Don't you just want to rest?"

"Well, yeah. But…" It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that he was avoiding saying something. Finally, he shrugged. "It'll be calm. We're only going to hang out and talk downstairs." And then, to my utter astonishment, he looked me in the eye. His blue-gray irises met mine - thanks, Dad - and I could tell he was sincere when he said, "It'd be great if you came down."

Now I was at a loss for words. It became abundantly clear why he'd kept his eyes away before: Adam was in turmoil. And I was realizing how selfish my thoughts had been. It had to be hard to find out that the father who died when you were a baby and you surely figured was a cool, honorable dude all your life slept around on your also deceased mother. It had to suck thinking about all the uncertainty it brought up - did his mom know? Would he have owned up to it and told her? Would he have entered my life and introduced us? There was so much we'd just never know. I was more caught in the sadness of losing my mother, but Adam had to have all the questions at the forefront of his mind.

Taking that out on me wasn't cool, but I could see where he was conflicted. Maybe he didn't have to be on my shit list after all. He could go on probation until I made a decision.

"It could be good for you to meet some of the local kids," Grandma said. Both she and Adam watched me, awaiting my response.

Pulling in a deep breath, I nodded. "Okay."

Grandma beamed. Adam's lips tipped up a smidge. "Come on, then," he said. We went back downstairs, Grandma not following, though she did tell us, "There's snacks in the kitchen if any of you kids get hungry!" as we walked away.

Back in the living room, I saw there were newcomers. Several. Dang, they got here fast. The moment I entered, they all stopped their quiet conversation and turned to face me. I held back an eyeroll. This was going to be awkward, I could already tell.

"Sit here," Adam said, gesturing to a comfy-looking chair. While I didn't appreciate being told what to do, I took the seat because I was completely out of my element. I didn't know any of these people, except Adam - and even him, I barely knew. Rocking the boat with an argument when I wanted to sit somewhere anyway wasn't on the list of things I thought were a good idea.

A girl with dark hair and furrowed eyebrows asked, "Adam? Is this for real?" She was sitting next to Faye, so I assumed they were friends.

"Depends on what you think it is, Deborah," Adam replied. "Just wait until everyone gets here so we don't have to go over this ten times, okay? I promise, Faye is being an idiot."

Faye gasped dramatically. "I beg your pardon."

"Give it up, Faye," rumbled a deep voice from the doorway. "We all know not to fall for your shit."

I'd been focusing on Faye's dismayed expression - because it was truly amusing - but after he finished speaking, I couldn't help but peek over and see who this guy was who seemed just as not in the mood for Faye's crap as me.

He was rather large. Tall and muscular. Dressed in all black: black tee, jeans, jacket, boots. I'd be lying if I said it didn't look good on him. Great, even. And that was with only a perusal up and down his body. I hadn't chanced a glance at his face yet.

Shifting my eyes up from where I'd been studying his broad chest, it became a sudden realization that I wasn't the only one staring.

His dark brown eyes were trained on me, meeting mine once I made it far enough up his face. I saw his face, the strong jaw, the nose that had a slight bump suggesting it'd been broken before. The lips… damn, those lips. I registered his mahogany hair waving on his forehead.

But what kept me captive was those eyes.

We held each other's gaze for what felt like forever but was probably no more than a minute. It likely would have been longer if someone hadn't crashed into his back, complaining, "Damn, man. If you're going to imitate a brick wall, can you do it somewhere not right there?"

With that, the connection was lost. He stepped into the room, moving to stand all the way on the other side from me, not apologizing to the guy who'd ran into him. A tinge of embarrassment trickled through my body. I did not want to check and see who'd noticed that little moment. Instead, I focused on the guy - or guys, apparently - entering now that Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome wasn't blocking the way.

Seeing them was like doing a double-take. They were completely identical. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, open expressions. If I ended up becoming friends with this bunch, I'd have to take some time to find a defining feature to tell them apart. Or I'd have to no matter what, since they were Adam's friends and I'd rather not get them mixed up. That opened the door to pranks getting played on me, and I was so not down for that.

Adam appeared in front of me, having gone to the kitchen to gather those snacks Grandma mentioned. Didn't even notice he was gone, honestly. As he was setting it all out on the coffee table, which was slid a little farther from the couch so those twins could sit on the floor in front of it, two girls stepped through the doorway. One was brunette, maybe a tad on the shorter side but pretty close to average height, and her cheeks were lifted in a smile as she murmured to the girl next to her.

The other girl… she was the most majestic combination of sunlight and moonlight. Bright hair, porcelain skin - she was even dressed in a white blouse with light wash jeans. She scanned the room as the other girl spoke, surveying who was here. Her gaze landed on me, and though she seemed curious, her demeanor was friendly.

So maybe not all of Adam's friends were going to be jerks.

Looking back over at Adam, I saw him take in the newcomers and his face brightened. He walked over to the brunette, leaning down to whisper something in her ear and drop a kiss on her cheek. She blushed slightly before stepping away and finding a seat, eyeing me uncertainly as she did so. The friendly girl sat next to her.

"Looks like everyone's here," Adam said over the chatter filtering through the room. They all quieted, attention going to him, most alternating their eyes between my brother and me. "I was going to gather you all to talk about this soon, but Faye," her name was clearly a displeasure to his mouth, "forced my hand." He paused, taking a deep breath. "You've been wondering what's going on and where I've been and… well, this is obviously the answer." His hand waved in my direction.

One of the girls - there were seven, including Adam's girlfriend, Faye, and friendly chick, and then five guys including Adam - pursed her lips. "Please tell me you plan to explain." Because you just answered nothing, her gaze said.

He nodded, running a hand over his face. He looked to me and took another breath. Before he continued, he moved closer to me, practically standing beside where I sat. This caused the curious expressions around the room to sharpen. "I had to go to Boston today to pick up Elena."

Dead silence.

Then, from the dark haired girl next to Faye - Deborah, I thought her name was - asked, "And that is Elena?" Based on her tone and expression, my name meant nothing to her. Obviously Adam hadn't told them a single thing about me before now. Great.

Adam's mouth opened to answer, but I refused to let him speak for me on something as simple as my name. These were his friends, he could hash out the details, but I could confirm, "Yes. I'm Elena."

Adam took this in stride, "Yeah. This is Elena."

"Okay," Deborah said slowly. "We've established her name is Elena. But who is she?" I got the feeling Deborah wasn't one to beat around the bush. Which meant Adam tip-toeing around the real info here was grating on her nerves.

"Deborah," the friendly girl said, warning in her tone. "Don't be rude." She smiled at me. "Hello, Elena. I'm Diana."

A small, enthusiastic girl spoke up from beside her. "I'm Laurel."

The skeptical chick who'd asked Adam to explain earlier was sitting on the floor by them and said, "I'm Melanie." She sounded nice, but her eyes were watchful, as if she was waiting for me to do or say something she disapproved of.

The twins on the floor spoke next, the first saying, "You can call me Chris," and the other going, "Because that's his name. Mine's Doug." Their eyes were wicked, and I could see the wheels turning in their heads. It'd probably be a good idea to find something defining about each right now. Like… the small scar near Doug's left eye. I checked Chris' face real quick and confirmed this was a slight difference between them. I'd have to spend more time with them to find more, things in their speech and mannerisms, but for now it was enough.

The next person was speaking, and I looked over to see he was a small guy, somewhat nervous but nice, "Hi, I'm Sean."

I nodded to him. "Hi, Sean." He seemed like the kind of dude who didn't have people going out of their way to be nice to him often. Therefore, I made it my new mission to do so when he was around. Unless he turned out to be horrid, he deserved some kindness.

Next was Faye. Her smile was full of malice. "Hello, Elena." The way she said it implied she didn't believe that was even my real name. I held back the urge to roll my eyes. "I'm Faye."

"Deborah," Deborah said, wasting no time for anything more.

A voluptuous chick next to Deborah gave me a small smile and wave. "I'm Suzan."

I waved back. So far, she and Sean and Diana struck me as the most deserving of pleasantries. Laurel wasn't bad, but she didn't seem quite convinced I wasn't here for a bad reason. She was more subtle in her observing than Melanie, but I got the same vibe from them both.

There were only two people left at that point - Adam's girlfriend and the hot guy I'd locked eyes with earlier. Since I wasn't eager to relive that moment with everyone's eyes on me now, I looked to Adam's girlfriend. Her lips tipped up in an uncertain smile. "My name is Cassie." Right. I remembered Faye holding her name over Adam's head earlier.

I was getting the same feeling from her as Melanie and Laurel, but seeing as she was Adam's girlfriend, I decided to give her a wave. "Hi."

And then I was left with no choice but to face the guy. I'd felt his eyes burning into me throughout all the introductions, and sure enough he was studying me when I glanced over. I waited for his deep voice to sound again, this time sharing his name. But...nothing.

After a few moments like this, Adam told me, "That's Nick. He's...difficult."

Deborah snorted. "Right. Yeah. Okay. Now can we get back to the point? Who is she?"

Adam rubbed a hand down his face. I was about to rip off the revelation bandaid for him, but then he spoke. "Elena is my sister."


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