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“When did I say that?”
“When you were sleeping, you kept saying Evander, Evander, Evander—”
I clasped my hand over her mouth. “I do believe food suits your mouth much better!”
She broke out into a fit of giggles, poking my side, so she could hop away. She spun in the room. “You like him. You like him.”
“I shall tell Mama how her Preston pearl necklace broke.”
She froze, eyes wide, and I smiled at her. “Big sister.”
“Yes, little sister?”
“I am sorry.”
I tried my hardest not to laugh. “Good. Careful, for I know a lot more and keep your secrets.”
“That is why you are my favorite.” She grinned from ear to ear. “If it was my choice, I would want you never to marry.”
“You wish me to be a spinster?”
“Can we not all stay as we are? When you are married, you shall leave. Then Hathor will leave. Then Devana, too. I am the last. It shall just be me…and Mama.”
I giggled when she shuddered. “Damon and Hector will remain.”
“They are boys. You all are my sisters. Who will play with me?”
“You mean whom will you fight with?”
“That too.”
I outstretched my arms, and she came and hugged me. “It is sad to think of us leaving here, but we all must grow, and we all must start our own families. Like Mama and Papa. And should I get married, you will have to come to visit me often, for you are my favorite, as well.”
“Then I pick Evander,” she said.
“What?”
“Everely House is closer to Belclere than Mr. Yves’s home, right?” She looked back up at me. “I looked on Papa’s maps.”
“What if I do not choose either Evander or Tristian?”
“But you like him,” she repeated.
“Simply because I…may like him does not mean I will marry him.”
She sat up. “That makes no sense.”
“Well, when someone hurts you, even if you like them, you have to stay away.”
“Can you not just forgive them?”
Her logic was so pure and simple that it made me feel foolish.
“It is complicated, little sister.”
“I never want to grow up,” she replied. “Everything is always complicated.”
“I concur. Stay this age forever.”
