Evangeline sighed, feeling a headache coming on. Between her and Damon, she was technically a few months older, so she was the older one. If they had grown up together, she would probably have been put in the position where she had to be the example.
Their grandfather would probably say something along the lines of keep Damon out of trouble.
Though it wasn't a matter of keeping Damon out of trouble. Damon was the trouble.
'The goddess probably had mercy on me,' she thought despairingly as she looked at his face.
He was such a temperamental guy. One moment he was cold and pragmatic, the next he was chaotic and playful.
She didn't know which one she liked best, but she was certain it was some sort of mental defense he'd picked up to fit in with people. Initially, he had been a very cold and paranoid person. He still was, but now he was almost playful when he did things that could only be called twisted.
