It always irritated me when Seraphina involved herself in Fawn business.
She slouched in her seat. “I have the freedom to choose my own friends.”
My sister had been a pain in the ass since birth. I should’ve left her ten traffic lights back after she changed my music.
“Fine,” I said. “Then I’ll fuck Daphne.”
She let out a snort. “Daphne wouldn’t fuck you.” She leaned across the console, her braid sliding over her shoulder, and flicked her fingers toward my ear as if swatting at a fly.
I nudged her back with the heel of my hand without taking my eyes off the road.
See? Fucking pain in the ass.
“Daphne would do whatever I told her to do,” I replied.
“Hands off my friend, jerk.”
“Blair isn’t your friend. Nor will she ever be.”
Seraphina kicked her boots up against the dash, knowing that always pissed me off, and crossed her arms. “I thought you were taking the year off from terrorizing anyone.”
“Change of heart.”
“You have no heart.” Her tone turned playful as she leaned in, staring me down. “You like her, don’t you? That’s why you chose her.”
I wouldn’t look at her as I scoffed. “I chose Blair because she looked weak and pathetic the first time I saw her.”
“Lies,” she singsonged. “All lies, dear brother.”
I flexed my fingers against the steering wheel.
There were only a few people I allowed to annoy me like this.
Seraphina was one of them.
She was a pain and always tested my patience, but she was also my little sister. Protecting her had been stitched into my bones the day she was born, when I was only three years old.
My sister knew about the Night Sons. Not everything, but enough to know she was protected as a Haven. She’d never be one of the ones we used.
“You saw something in her.” She continued to irritate me. “I’ve known you my entire life?—”
“Yes,” I cut her off. “And for a significant portion of that life, you believed in Santa Claus. I don’t exactly trust your judgments.”
She grinned brightly. “Maybe you’ll end up falling in love and marrying her.”
My father’s voice from his office echoed in my head.“We’re looking for a wife for you.”
I needed to figure out a way to get out of an arranged marriage.
I’d spent my entire life making my own choices.
Who I fucked.
Who I used.
Who belonged to me.
I didn’t like that power being stripped away.
