Watching with adoring eyes as her brother continued to slam his hammer on the rocks, turning them to powder, Yelena reached a point where she felt she couldn't control herself any longer.
She curled her legs up, taking a deep breath to try and calm the frantic beating of her heart.
It worked for a moment. The urges she felt faded as the rhythmic sound of the hammer hitting the iron slab echoed around her.
Or so she thought.
Upon turning her gaze back to Dorian, she found herself staring at his chest, her eyes fixed, unblinking. Since when was Dorian this jacked? Yelena couldn't help but wonder.
If her mother were to catch her here, no excuse she could make would save her. As Dorian's sister, she wasn't supposed to feel this way towards her own sibling.
At least, that was what she had thought while growing up.
However, with time, the truth had revealed itself, and she soon understood that not everything was as it seemed.
