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“Elena?” I say in shock. “But how? You’re…” It feels like my mind is short-circuiting.
“Don’t think too hard, you might hurt yourself,” she teases before she turns back to Keith. “Down boy, I won’t hurt my blood.”
Keith doesn't move. I dont expect him to. It wouldn't be natural for a dmonaite male like him to stand aside while I'm injured, given that he doesn't know her.
Shit. I’m not sure I know her either.
“You do,” she answers my unspoken question.
“Why should I believe you?” I ask.
Elena smiles. “Cleaver girl. I would expect nothing less from my granddaughter.”
I snort. “Dont you mean great-great-great-great-great”
“Okay, smartass, I get it,” she interrupts with a snark similar to Tessa when she gets mad.
“Great granddaughter,” I add because I can’t help myself and bec
