First message
The headquarters was loud enough that I almost missed the elevator.
Almost.
Then I heard someone say my sister’s name.
That got my attention.
I looked up just in time to see her step onto the floor carrying a paper bag in one hand.
Normal.
Completely normal.
Until I noticed Vincent watching her.
That smug look settled across his face.
The one I hated.
I pushed away from the table.
“If you so much as breathe in her direction…”
Vincent didn’t even look at me.
Which somehow made it worse.