I stormed upstairs as fast as I could.
This can't be happening. Not after over a month from running away from my unwanted destiny.
I was really hoping Rod got over the fact his rebel sister, a black sheep in the family, bailed on him. I really hoped he just accepted it. Boy, was I wrong?
I started pacing Ilia's room back and forth. Damn, Ilia's room… What were the chances?! I thought that no self-respecting thirteen-year-old would hang posters of motorbikes on his wall. I honestly thought this was once Vanya's bedroom, and since he was the one to give me keys and permission to stay here, choosing his room would be the only logical move. But once again, I should have known better than to make any assumptions.
My heart was racing and I listened to the sounds coming from downstairs. I
