The moment she finished mocking Emily Sunford, Fae Kane sauntered back toward Ace Kane with the smug confidence of a cat that had just shredded someone’s curtains and felt proud of it.
But as soon as she saw her brother’s expression—calm, unreadable, almost indifferent—she stuck out the tip of her tongue like a mischievous child caught stealing cookies. Then, quick as a flash, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his chest in a gesture so practiced that it felt both natural and manipulative.
With her voice lowered to a whisper, soft enough that only he could hear her, she murmured, “Bro… I was wrong, okay? Don’t scold me in front of outsiders… just give me some face, please…”
There was something helpless in Ace Kane’s gaze. When it came to this sister of his, he t
