Her frown deepens with every name, but her lips twist into a sneer at the last one. “So I’m supposed to hide myself in front of that b***h too?”
I let a smile tug at my mouth. “You can be yourself in front of her, Freya. But– ”
“Right. Don’t let her know how I feel about you.” She mutters, rolling her eyes. “It’s all the same.” She takes a breath, steadies herself, then says, “Well, I won’t do any of it unless you admit you were jealous.”
“I wasn’t.”
Her eyes narrow.
“I was worried.”
She lets out a dry, humorless laugh. Try again it seems to say.
I exhale, easing my shoulders. “I was worried… and a little jealous–”
Her grin flashes before I can finish. “But only because I'm your older brother, and we are all we have, the two of us.”
Her smile vanishes. She glares, and commends sar
