“Ende—sir?” Mercy begins.
“What?” I ask, irritated.
Mercy hesitates.
“Don’t hurt her,” she says. “She’s tough because she has to be. I was never brave enough to fight my own battles, so Haven had to protect me. And when our mother died, she took care of me. She even went to the Forge, because she knew I wouldn’t survive it. Everything she did was to keep me safe. Just…leave her alone.Please. She’s all I have.”
I don’t know what to say to that. It might be too late to keep her sister safe. Whatever is going on between Haven and me can’t be stopped.
It doesn’t help that I still don’t trust Haven’s motives or intentions. She is hiding something. I just don’t know what. But that won’t stop me from claiming her.
“I see,” Mercy says. Her features harden. “You have no intention of leaving her alone. Haven should be with someone good. Gray has always liked Haven, and she hi?—"
“Don’t you dare mention his name before me,” I warn.
“You don’t deserve her,” Mercy says.
She spins on her heels, heading to the guest rooms. I curse under my breath before I head downstairs.
If that girl whispers one bad word about me to Haven, she’s going to wish she had never been born.
Breakfast is tense.
The twins keep shooting each other looks that I can’t read. They dressed identically. One in a black collared dress and theother in a white one. To no doubt throw me off. But I am undaunted by their silly games. I find it quite amusing that they are attempting to confuse me.
I know exactly which one of them ismine. And I don’t even have to pull back the fabric of her gown to find her unique birthmark.
“So, who is who?” the one on the left asks.
I glance at them both.
They brushed their hair the same way and are wearing the same calm impression.
Knox enters and staggers at the sight of them.
“Whoa,” he says. “Freaky.”
“Who is who?” the one on the right asks.
Knox points to the one in the black dress. “Haven, of course,” he says. And then the one in the white dress. “Mercy, darling?”
“No,” I say. “It’s the other way around.”
Haven’s head turns to me, brows raising in surprise.
“How did you know?” she asks suspiciously.
“I know you,” I say evenly.
A grape hits my shoulder, and I glare at Haven.
“Manners,” I say sharply.
Another grape hits my nose.
Brat.
“Tell me how you knew?” she pushes. “How do youalwaysknow?”
