I was the eldest. But she never treated me like one. She took everything from me, my family, my name, even the men I loved. Damiano. Dante.
Why? Why go this far? Why say these things?
"What do you want from me, Elena?" I said coldly. "They already love you. I don't care."
She sneered. "You're my sister, but I can't stand you. I wish you didn't exist. Why can't you just die already?"
Then, out of nowhere, she shoved me.
She was strong.
I stumbled back, shocked, struggling to grab hold of something, anything.
In the panic, my hand caught hers.
She didn't expect that.
And in one terrifying second, we both went over the edge.
