James glared at Keena. “Do something, she’s in there with that thing.”
“Are you talking about Ella or Chloe?” Keena shot back, her tone sharp.
“Chloe, obviously. She’s my sister,” he barked. Genevieve and Keena exchanged a look.
“James, are you in love with her?” Genevieve asked bluntly.
“What? No, yes,” he stumbled, his voice cracking. “I know it’s messed up. I loved her before I found out she was my sister.”
“If we’re done with the therapy session, what’s the plan?” he snapped, pacing like a caged animal.
“You do realize she’s in love with Arran, right? You need to let her go, James,” Keena said, her voice softening.
“I did,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I found Ella, and I love her… I just...” He trailed off, exhaling heavily.
“Okay, that’s progress,” Keena sai
