“Stop playing around, Irina! What did you do to Evander?! Where is my husband?”
“All I can say is he doesn’t want to see you, big sister,” Irina said while her eyes were admiring her purplish, glittery nails.
There was poison in her voice when she uttered the last two words despisingly. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and sneered, “Oh, I forgot. You are not my real sister, right? I wish Dad had just left you to die. Maybe our lives are different now. Maybe I am happier now!”
I scowled at her. “Your greediness and envy will never make you happy, Irina. You all brought doom to yourselves!”
“Ungrateful b*tch!” She hissed at me, more like a viper than a she-wolf. Kian stepped in front of us, shielding me from Irina.
But from behind the shadows, another tall and muscular silhouette steppe
