Elena's POV

“The sins of the fathers… never truly die.”

The dim fluorescent light in my hostel room hummed faintly, flickering every few seconds.

My ribs still ached from the bullet that grazed me, that afternoon when I had lunch with Damein.

That taught me better, in as much as I was playing them, I couldn't afford to be stupid, it could cost me my life.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs crossed against the other and my phone resting in my palm.

For a moment I just ...