It’s almost as if…I’mjealousof my sister because he smiled at her like he never smiles at me.
Fuck the hell out of this shit.
That is not true under any circumstances.
“Preston?”
I turn sideways at the very familiar, irritating voice. And it’s none other than Dove—sorry, Daphne.
You know, the one Kane is dating and apparently not breaking up with anytime soon.
Anyway, she chose about the worst time to show her pretty face, because I don’t want her here while Marcus is.
Like atall.
And she’s wearing this cute little off-white knit dress with sexy stockings.
Better call Kane so he can come collect his girlfriend ASAP.
“Who are you again?” I say in my usual devil-may-care tone, purposefully standing in a way that blocks her view of Marcus dancing with my sister on the ice.
“Very funny. Ha. Ha,” she mocks, then frowns. “What are you doing here?”
“Skating, in case you have sight issues. Any other questions, Dropbox?”
“It’s Dahlia! And Dropbox isn’t even aDname.”
“That’s right. I’m downgrading you.” I make a motion with my hand. “Now, shoo, DoorDash. Go climb Kane or do whatever you kids do on the regular.”
“He’s meeting me here.”
Double fuck.
I need to grab Miles of Trouble and get the hell out of here before Kane shows up, or he’ll have a lot of questions I don’t have answers to.
Questions I don’t want to hear or think about or fucking process.
But how do I retrieve Miley without my sister yapping about everything or Dracula here noticing Marcus’s impossible-to-miss presence?
“Couldn’t pick another place to practice your nichereligion of taming Davenport?” I ask. “Also, where’s Vee? I much prefer your sister to you.”
“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.” She huffs. “And Vi doesn’t like skating;”
“Well, that sucks.”
Violet, Duchess’s foster sister, and the Sleeping Beauty Jude was stalking, is one of the best things in my life lately. She’s warm and nice, and I feel a sense of familiarity around her.
And, of course, she didn’t date Marcus. Unlike her sister.
I peek behind me, but Marcus and Miley aren’t where I left them.
My skin prickles, static filling my ears as panic floods my throat.
No.
Miley…no.
I only looked away for a second, she couldn’t have possibly been taken away.
