So much for getting herself out of this wretched life . . .
So much for dreams.
She should have known better. Luck had never been her friend and her family was absolutely cursed.
Sitting down, she stared at the bottle of Tondarion Fire with lust and craving. More tempted than she ought to be, she refused to go there. Alcohol had ruined her father.
It’d ruined their childhoods and she wasn’t going to succumb to those demons.
“I’m creating my own.”
And she was, sadly. Maybe that was the curse of life. Period. Either you repeated the demons you knew were bad, or you summoned all news ones to come and torture you.
Why make more for herself when so many were already alive and well in her gene pool?
Just as she was about to give in, her door opened without preamble and Eve rushed toward her.
Her sister’s light eyes were full of sympathy as Eve pulled her in for a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.”
Jayne nodded. “Me, too. It was the last school I applied to. No one wants me.”
“I want you.” Eve tightened the grip she had on her. “It’s not fair or right!”
She appreciated her sister’s righteous anger on her behalf, but it changed nothing. “When has life ever been fair to us?”
Eve pulled back and wiped the tears from Jayne’s eyes. “The day it sent Jinx to me.”
Okay, she’d give Eve that. But really? Throwing a high-ranking League assassin into her life who could be killed for even speaking to her sister wasn’t exactly a bene they should count.
It, too, seemed more like a curse.
While she loved Jinx, she, like Eve, was well aware of the dangers involved with having a relationship with one of the League’s soldiers. Assassins were strictly hands-off.
The only way out for an assassin was death.
And still nothing could keep Jinx from protecting them. From loving her sister and doing anything for her.
Especially not something as trivial and rare as common sense.
“Why are we cursed?”
Eve shook her head. “We’re not cursed.”
Jayne scoffed. What else was it? Everyone in their family failed.
Everyone.
Their father had been driven into crime because everything he tried had blown up in his face. Everything. All their mother had wanted was a family. First, her mother had lost her fertility, then she’d lost her life to a rare disease that had come afterwards because she’d lost her fertility.
Double, undeserved whammy.
Eve had never wanted to be a mercenary. She’d dreamed of a simple life with a good man by her side. A techspert. That had been her sister’s calling. Only Eve had seen herself in an office, not in her constant life-and-death escapades with an assassin and a crew of mercenaries.
Most of all, her sister had wanted children and given her life and Jinx’s it was impossible.
And her . . .
Jayne had dreamed of being an elementary school teacher. Being around kids and watching them learn.
