Andrew Kane (POV)

"Do you think Elena is capable of such an act?" Uncle Drake asked, trailing his fingers on the edges of the railings. His gray hair glistened at the sight of the orange sun, stuck in the sky.

After a moment of silence, I responded, "is that even a question. Of course I know she wouldn't think of it not to talk of executing it," I replied, restraining the urge to roll my eyes.

"Well, people change over time, so tell me if she has anything to gain in the process," Uncle ...