She jerked her leg back. Anton laughed.
“You think you’re in charge already,” she said, her voice trembling. “You think Dad’s going to make you his heir, but I’m his daughter. Me. I’m his heir. And when I am the head of the Zacharov family, I won’t forget this.”
I stood up slowly and walked back to Grandad’s house.
She wouldn’t talk to me for weeks after, probably because I’d done what Anton told me instead of what she’d said. And Philip went on like nothing had happened. Like he’d already chosen who he cared more about, already chosen power over me.
I can’t trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I’m not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.
Friendships suck.
I look at the clock on my phone on my way to the car and figure that I better head home if I want my gr
