"She's your sister!"
Lucas finally realized something was dead wrong. He lunged forward, trying to yank me out from behind Jonah.
"Sister? How is she my sister when we don't share a single drop of blood?" Jonah shot back with fierce conviction, stepping in to block his path.
The tension in the room was so thick it made my head spin.
What was he talking about?
What did he mean all he had ever wanted had been me?
Did he actually love me... or was this just some twisted, possessive instinct?
And even if he did... so what?
After everything that had happened, he had acted as if I were the plague, turning a blind eye whenever I went on dates with Aaron.
Now, out of nowhere, he suddenly cared this much about me marrying Lucas?
What was I to him, really?
A cherished sister... or a forbi
