Chapter 25
The move was so sudden, so unexpected, that for a moment Ravyn just stared at her sister in shock. Then muscle memory from prison kicked in—the instinct to protect what was hers, to respond to theft with immediate and overwhelming force, to make it clear that taking her possessions had consequences.
Ravyn's hand shot out and grabbed Aspen's wrist with enough force to make her sister gasp. She twisted, applying pressure to the nerve points she'd learned during five years of defending herself against people who thought weakness was an invitation to victimization.
Aspen yelped in pain and dropped the phone. Ravyn caught it with her free hand, never loosening her grip on Aspen's wrist.
"Let go!" Aspen cried, real tears springing to her eyes now—not the calculated tears of manipu
