"Do you love her?' Cara asked.

I was sure the confusion on my face was apparent because one- I thought that was generally a ludicrous question to ask and two- I wasn't even aware that she knew about Jane and me.

I scoffed. "God, no."

She nodded as if she was both accepting and processing my response.

"How did you find out?" I asked.

Cara shrugged. "You seem to be really interested in her. Most of the time we hung out and you only asked questions pertaining to my relationship with her. I noticed that since - you know- you don't really say anything when we are together. I am starting to think that you only became friends with me to get information about her."

I stared at Cara. She was naive, too preppy and clingy and sometimes even annoying, but it was times like these that I could not help but admit her bravery when it comes to communicating genuinely what she was feeling and thinking. Of course, that would get her hurt sooner or later but it was refreshing to know that someone was completely honest with you.

I shook my head and decided to diverge from the route of the conversation. "I should have warned you about her earlier."

Despite my initial admiration of her genuineness, I wasn't stupid enough to reciprocate.

"Did she hurt you too?" She seemed honestly interested. She probably was, but I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"I was the one who broke it off with her," I explained proudly. "I was getting bored."

You were her rebound.

Like most of the time when I was conversing with Cara, I didn't say most of what came to my mind.

She looked at me in disbelief, as if she could not believe I would do such a thing.

I was again stretching the truth but she didn't need to know that.

"I think she is really lonely," Cara said suddenly. "I think most of the people here are."

I found the urge to roll my eyes. It was so like her to care about such things. It didn't matter if most of the vampires here were lonely, they probably spent multiple centuries being lonely and will continue being lonely for centuries to come.

"I kind of regret coming here." She confided.

I didn't say anything.

"It's such a toxic environment, you know." She continued as if she was describing a workplace where she could hand in her resignation any moment and move on to another job.

I shrugged. "Did you have a choice?"

She nodded. "I was alone for such a long time, and I thought that being part of a clan would be interesting. So I accepted."

So, she just wanted to be a part of a clan?

"You do know that they don't accept any and anybody, right?" I prompted, hoping that she would reveal if she knew the importance of the Volturi.

She scoffed. It was probably the first time that I heard her scoff and it still sounded friendly. "I only picked up on that when I got here and realized that most people also have gifts."

So she did know.

"I just don't understand why anyone would think they are better than others because they happen to have a more 'useful' gift." She turned to me.

I wanted to laugh. She was too nice to be in a place like this. Most likely she wouldn't survive another half-century here, which was unfortunate because I am really starting to enjoy her company.