I wasn't a sentimental person. I wasn't attached to things or people. Or so I like to believe. When I was turned, I didn't think about my parents or my friends, that much, pass mere curiosity about how their lives turn out. It was not that I didn't care, it was just that I was a realist. No use in arguing with the universe.

I knew how the world worked and I knew how to play the game of life well. Or so I thought.

In all honesty, I didn't know what I believe anymore. I knew that I hate being pathetic and went with that.

So, when Jane gave me the usual signal to meet her in her bedroom. I didn't go. Probably not the best decision of my existence but I sure got a power rush off it; imagining the all-powerful Jane Volturi waiting on me to come and do everything she commanded, and then the moment of realization that I wasn't going to come.

I wasn't thinking of the consequences, but I sure felt it the next time I saw her and immediately experienced the shock of pain that caused me to grip the wall.

She said nothing as she walked by, but I got the message.

I had a special ability, not a very useful one but still enough for me to be apart of the Volturi guard.

I can tell when people are lying.

Not so useful with humans, since you can just listen to their heartbeat but more useful with vampires.

Jane wasn't lying when she said that it was just sex, but she didn't tell the truth. It was somewhere in between which makes me overthink it much more.

We didn't definitely declare it but it was clear that whatever we had was over. We were both too prideful to be the first to crack and cave in.

At least I was as good as Jane Volturi in one regard.

She was the first one to move on- or seemingly so. She seemed to find a good replacement soon enough.

And it was then that I realized that Jane Volturi had a type. Not to come off egotistical, but my replacement was a carbon copy of me, more or less. Dark hair, and dark blue eyes.

"If it makes you feel any better you are much hotter than her."

I was pacing across the room, but I took a second to glance over to one of my two friends who was sitting, calmly watching me pace, well Haneul was watching me, Dane was staring at his phone screen, despite his declaration a second ago.

"I'm not angry," I mentioned out loud and continued pacing.

"Maya, it's quite alright to be angry." Haneul's usually calm voice spoke up.

"But I am not," I mentioned. "I really don't care."

"You know what you need to do?" Dane looked up from his phone, " You need to find a rebound who is better than J and Miss. Replacement."

"That's a terrible idea." Haneul drawled.

"Why is it a terrible idea?" Dane pouted.

Haneul shook his head. "It just is."

Dane looked back at me. "She hurt you. You need to hurt her back."

"I'm not hur-" I exclaimed, but got interrupted by Haneul, "This is J we are talking about."

There was not much privacy in the castle, so much so, we had to come up with code names to talk about certain people. Although, it was quite obvious that J stands for Jane.

"So?" Dane countered. "We already discussed this, power hierarchy shouldn't dictate personal relationships."

"But it does." Haneul countered.

I rolled my eyes, at the fact they were starting yet another philosophical argument that I didn't really care about.

"So you are saying that Maya should just accept J's bullshit because she is higher on the food chain?"

"No." Haneul answered."I'm just saying she needs to not piss of J just for revenge."

"J said that what they had was just sex. Why would she care if Maya started shagging someone else?"

Great, now they were using pronouns. So much for using code to talk about people.

Haneul rolled his eyes, either he didn't have an answer or figured it would be useless to even continue arguing with Dane.

Knowing Haneul, it was probably the latter.