Rhys POV
I felt her before I smelt or heard her.
The faint scent of her perfume, something floral and faintly citrus, crawled into my lungs first. Then the quiet and soft creak of the floorboards and the door followed. And finally, her voice.
“It was you?”
Her voice trembled with both anger and accusation.
I didn’t turn immediately. I liked letting people wonder if I had even heard them or not. And doing the same to Malena, who is just as pompous as her mother, would definitely rile her up even more than she already was. My lips curved into a slow, amused smile before I turned to face my lovely elder sister.
Malena stood by the doorway, her peach nightgown slightly wrinkled, messy blonde hair falling around a pale face and down to jer slim shoulders that seemed hunched from carrying
