Not an hour had gone by since Danielle had retreated to her bedroom before her brother came storming in like a bad penny she couldn’t get rid of.
From where she sat, on the floor, in the corner of the room, she watched him approach. Chip stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down at her with an expression of disgust and disappointment all over his face.
Danielle scoffed, not bothering to hide her opinion on his emotions toward her. She didn’t care if she pissed him off any more than he obviously was. There was no way to play nice with Chip; he had made up his mind to throw her into Sawyer’s filthy hands. Consequences be damned. She might as well throw caution to the wind, Danielle mused.
Something must have shown on her face, because his eyes suddenly narrowed and his lips thinned
