“I was in first class.” Ryan paused, then added with conviction, “I got a good look at her just now. Even if I had seen her on the plane, I wouldn’t have noticed. She can’t hold a candle to you.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m your sister.” I steered the car forward when the light changed to green.
“Am not!” Ryan insisted with the fervor of absolute certainty. “Ask anybody who has eyes. If she’s a six, you’re a perfect ten.”
“Nobody’s a ten, Ryan.”
“You are.”
*He loves us unconditionally,* Mirelle said warmly. *That’s what real pack loyalty looks like.*
I smiled despite myself at his unwavering brotherly devotion.
I changed the topic before Ryan could continue complaining about Thessaly’s appearance.
“You need to call your publicist.”
“What for?”
“Dama
