“I’m your bloody sister,” she hissed. “You have no other choice but to help me. You owe me for everything. For taking Father’s love away from me my entire childhood. For living in your shadows for years.”
A short, humorless laugh slipped out of me. “You caused that yourself, Emily. Nobody asked you to be mediocre. It’s not my fault I was better than you in everything.
She lunged forward and grabbed my wrist, her nails digging in. “I’m not asking you,” she whispered. “I’m telling you. You’re going to help me. You’re going to get the money. And you’re going to keep your mouth shut.”
I yanked my hand free. “I’m not stealing anything from Damon. And I’m not funding Jared.”
Her jaw clenched. “You think Damon cares about you? You think he’d lift a finger for you if something went wrong? Wak
