“Daily, if not hourly,” I said, nodding, my gaze flickering over to where Carlo was emptying out the contents of a few drawers into his bag. “He’s become a big pain in the a*s, and I’ve decided I don’t want him, either.” What about my cousin?
If I was to ask you to leave—
No. You want me to sic Kelso on Carlo? I don’t want him getting hurt—Kelso, that is—but if it gives you a distraction, I’ll rush Carlo myself.
“I don’t give a damn what you think of each other. I’m done taking orders from you,” Nico snarled, and a line of red appeared under the knife. “You can be as self-sacrificing as you like, but I’d rather have a life, one filled with all the things I’ve wanted. And I’m going to have it, too. I’m going to have—”
Now! I shrieked in my head, and, without warning, leaped forward, yel
