(Aaliyah’s POV)
The room fell into a heavy silence for a moment as my younger sister’s cold, vicious words hung in the air.
I couldn’t breathe.
I stared at all of them, my mother, my father, and Jeanette… stared at the excitement brewing on their faces.
The fact that they thought there was nothing wrong with sending me back to the very man I had escaped to dash back here to make sure they were okay?
It was sickening.
I hoped to the heavens that they were joking.
Hell, in fact, I searched their faces for any sign that they were, but no, they were dead serious.
“You… you want to use me to get to Jaime?” My voice came out strained, a whisper of disbelief that barely carried over all that crackling tension in the air.
Jeanette sighed, swirling the wine in her glass lazily. “Oh
