Cora scrambles to pull the covers over herself. I reach down and grab the comforter, throwing it over her body as I glare at my sister. “Do you f*****g mind?”
She crosses her arms and grins. “Not at all.”
The bubble pops, just like that. The cone of silence that has been around my room for most of the last twenty-four hours evaporates. As quickly as it disappeared, all the noise of my life comes racing back in.
Yasha has probably texted me.
My father will want an update. If I don’t assure him I’m tracking down the people responsible for this, all my plans are for nothing.
My sister is thrilled right now. Which is exactly why she is the last person I wanted to see me like this. As if her delusional hopes weren’t already misplaced, her matchmaking will be insufferable now.
I throw a pi
