Davina's POV

“So… is there a reason you’ve decided to be your brother’s lackey? Not judging or anything. I’m just curious.”

“Bullshit.” Elena scoffed. “You are judging. And I can’t exactly blame you. I’d be judging you if the roles were reversed.”

“So why do it?”

She sighed, and as she did, her posture folded in on itself. Like she was trying to cup something embarrassing in her arms so I couldn’t see it.

“Honestly?”

“If you can manage it.”

She threw me ...