~MARK

I wasn't surprised when Elena slammed the tea tray on the table. I had been counting down the minutes and waiting for her to combust, and at the way she was glaring at Morgana, an amused, extremely satisfied smile played on my lips.

My girl.

"Get the fuck out of my house," she snarled, and I felt a swell of pride in my chest at the rage in her voice.

Fuck yes. This was exactly why I had Morgana come over. Elena had been too docile. I knew she had some fire in her, and this was the ...