Christina's pov
The words hung in the air, sharp and unyielding. Marcel's voice was calm, but his eyes blazed with the promise of destruction if I refused.
I turned my head sharply, breaking his hold on me, and I looked at Melissa and Becca, remembering all that they had done for me so far. They didn't even know me properly—in fact, they probably had reason to hate me since I was their half-sister—but so far, all they had done was protect me.
Now he was threatening me with their deaths. My death I could deal with; after all, a life with him wouldn't be much of a life at all. But I couldn't let them die, not after all they had done for me.
It felt as though he had threatened me with Peter. I was unable to save him, but maybe I could save them.
Becca had her eyes shut, her face ash-whit
