It was one of those rare afternoons where the house was unusually quiet — Sunday and Demitra were out shopping, and it was just Jake and Eliana at home. Jake, 15, was chilling on the couch with a snack and his phone, not really expecting anything crazy to happen. But with the Kalogeras sisters, normal wasn’t a thing.

Eliana, 18, peeked down the hallway, then looked back at Jake with a mischievous smirk. “You wanna know something fun?” she whispered.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Not really.”

“Too bad,” she said, already tiptoeing toward Demitra’s room. “I’m going in.”

Jake sat up a little. “Wait—Demitra literally said not to go through her stuff.”

Eliana turned dramatically with her hands in the air. “I’m just borrowing her hoodie. It’s not that deep.”

Jake stared. “You said that last time and she almost ended your life.”

“That was one time,” Eliana said, already opening the door. “Besides, she left it open. That’s practically an invitation.”

Jake stood by the door, watching like he was witnessing a crime. Eliana went straight to Demitra’s closet and pulled out a cropped designer hoodie, clearly Demitra’s favorite.

“Do not let her catch you in that,” Jake warned. “I’m not defending you.”

Eliana tossed it on and did a twirl. “Tell me I don’t look fire.”

Jake gave her a look. “You look like someone about to get drop-kicked.”

Just then, Eliana walked over to Demitra’s dresser and started rummaging.

“Okay now you’re pushing it,” Jake said, wide-eyed. “You better not touch her—”

“Relax,” Eliana cut in, holding up a small glass bottle. “I just wanted her perfume.”

Jake buried his face in his hands. “You are actually insane.”

Eliana laughed, spritzed herself once, and tossed her hair. “If she asks, I’ll say Mochi knocked the bottle over and I was just cleaning it up.”

Jake blinked. “That is the worst lie I’ve ever heard.”

Before Eliana could respond, a car door slammed outside.

Jake’s eyes went wide. “That’s them. THEY’RE BACK.”

Eliana panicked. “Cover for me!”