His jaw tightened. “You’re being ridiculous.”
My wolf laughed bitterly. He still doesn’t see it.
“Oh, am I?” I tilted my head slightly, my lips curving into something sharp. “What about you?”
I stepped back, but only to look at him more clearly.
“You let Jasper call her ‘Mom.’”
Each word I spoke was deliberate.
“You hang family portraits with her in the bedroom.”
I paused. “And then you drag me back here… just so I can watch your perfect little family play house.”
My gaze turned icy, disdain seeping into every inch of my voice. “How’s that for ridiculous?”
The air between us tightened.
“And the talk about sisters?” I let out a soft, humorless scoff. “Please spare me that crap. If I were really her sister,” I continued, my voice dropping lower, “I would have been the one standing
