YELENA

“Oh my... you're a lifesaver!”

Nyra’s voice burst through the kitchen before my brain could even catch up.

She rushed toward the table as she had just seen gold, her hands already reaching for the pack Tristan had dropped earlier. That was when I finally looked properly.

It was an orange juice pack.

The exact same one with my orange juice.

The one we had almost started a war over seconds ago.

I blinked.

Nyra didn’t waste time. She picked it up like it belonged to her and ...