Elena was having a good week, thank you very much. The dance had been great, although she was worried that Rose hadn't gotten back to her about tying up loose ends in Russia. And her sister had worn a gorgeous orange dress. That was nothing short of astonishing ( Read more... )

Elena was on edge. She wasn't psychic in the least, but she knew everyone else was on edge, and people kept disappearing. Places, too.

So Elena had gotten her gun and one slim knife out from the weapons locker. She was still a Turk, and tonight? Tonight, she was going to patrol. It was what Turks did.

(Just for the big-little sibling, as Elena's ( Read more... )

Elena still didn't know how to feel about this whole, mom thing. It was weird. It was confusing and kept shifting around on her. She didn't seem to be very good at it ( Read more... )

To be honest, Elena had no idea where she was going. She just knew that she needed to be away from the picnic as quickly as possible.

She had more or less composed herself. You almost couldn't tell she'd been crying. Until she saw the same stupid blurring at the edges of her vision and that sting in her eyes and she was absolutely not going to ( Read more... )