“Lena? What’re you doing with Granville?” Weston stared at the girl who had been standing with James, and she rolled her eyes. “He gave me a lift. Get over it. I’m here—that has to count for something.” Dismissing us, she strolled off and disappeared into the crowds. “Who was that?” “Lena Drummond. Cassius’ sister. She’s seventeen and…mad at the world? Or something? I don’t know. She’s moody.” “Right. Thanks for your insightful comments, West.” “Pleasure.”
