“Don’t! You do not get to use the sister card only when it suits you. I see what you’re doing, Eden.”
“Lyric,” she gritted out, her eyes glowing gold. “I’m trying to be patient with you right now because I knew you would have a reaction to this. You just need time to cool down and then you will see I’m right. If you and Cian pair up again, you will be happy and see the value in this place.”
“Happy,” Lyric whispered. “I don’t recall being happy when I was with him. I remember coming to you crying over the ways he was tearing me down. I remember feeling alone. I remember the other girls he chased, and always having to compete with other females, and feeling like not enough!”
“Like I said,” Cian gritted out. “I’ve changed.”
“Oh yeah? Where was your fucking apology the second I saw you then? You’ve told me twice now you’ve changed, but you haven’t said the words, ‘I’m sorry.’”
Lyric glared at him, waiting.
He glared back.
Oh, she knew she had him on this. Men like Cian never apologized.
His nostrils flared with a deep inhalation, and he looked at Eden. “Fix this.” He backed into the kitchen and around the corner where Lyric couldn’t see him anymore.
“Aro sure did pick a winner when he made me Turn that one,” she told Eden sarcastically.
“He did, actually. He is one of the best at policing werewolves, which is exactly why our father had you Turn him. He knew his destiny was with us.”
“You are all fucked up,” Lyric murmured. She grabbed a bag of luggage out of her closet and began stuffing it with clothes.
“No one will take you. Everyone knows who you are and what you have done. The Elders will block any Packs from accepting you. What’s the plan, Lyric? Be a Rogue?” Eden said that last word with such disgust etched into her tone.
“Being Rogue would be better than being here with you as a pretend-sister, and that fuckin’ monster as amate.”
Eden’s slap came fast and unexpectedly.
It rocked Lyric’s head back, and a gasp escaped her.
Eden yanked her purse out of her hands and took the keys out, then threw the purse at Lyric’s face. She was still so stunned, she didn’t even move out of the way.
Eden smelled like wolf and dominance, and her glowing eyes looked hateful as she held up Lyric’s keys. “These are mine now. You will stay here and do whatever the fuck I tell you to. That’s an order.” She shoved Lyric’s face hard and Lyric fell back onto the bed and just sat there in shock.
Her hands were shaking. She looked down at them to watch them tremble. She still held her phone, and her purse was on the floor beside her feet, upended.
Her emotions were turned off. Just…boom. Numbness.
She faced her phone toward her and connected a call to Vic.
“Hey pretty girl,” he answered.
“Can you come get me?” she asked in a dead voice she didn’t even recognize.
“Yes.” There was static on the phone. “What happened?” Vic’s voice was stern and growly as she heard his truck engine turn on.
She looked up to the hallway at her sister, who had stopped at the end of it. Her eyes were glowing with rage as she looked back at Lyric.
“Bring backup,” Lyric murmured to Vic.
And then she hung up and stared unblinking at Eden.
“Who was that?” Eden snarled. “What have you done?”
“You can give me my freedom, or I will help the Rogues eat you alive.”
Chapter Six
