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Eilish smiles wryly at me. “I mean, itisa wedding…”
“A fake one.”
She smirks. “Yeah, well, we’ve had a lot of practice with those lately.”
“You mean your sister?”
She nods. “Yup, and Callie’s next.”
The youngest Drakos sibling’s face sours when I turn to her. “Not if I can fucking help it, I’m not.”
I wince. “I’m sorry.”
“Join the club, but thanks. He’s a west coast Italian mafia head. Thirty years older than me and a complete creep.”
My nose wrinkles. “God, that’s awful.Why?”
She shakes her head, looking away. “More Mafia world bullshit, what can I say. So, welcome to the club, I guess. I’m actually envious. I’d much rather have to marry Cillian than fucking Luca Carveli.”
“Callie!” Eilish makes a face. “We’re talking about myuncle!”
“So?” Callie grins innocently, turning to me. “I mean, at least Cillian’s fucking hot.”
My face goes red. Eilish’s turns a shade of sickly green.
“Seriouslygross.” She shudders, turning and diving into the closet. “I’ll see what I’ve got. But you’re also a little taller than me. Ooo, hang on…”
She rummages around before finally emerging with three white dresses in different styles.
“One of these might—”
She tenses. I frown, then turn to see what’s so caught her attention.
I go stiff, my blood thudding in my ears, as I’m suddenly face to face for the first time with Neve.
She’s standing stiffly in the doorway, her eyes—green, just like her sister’s and her uncle’s—somehow both faraway and stabbing right into me at the same time. Her mouth is thin and small, and when my gaze drops, my stomach twists and I want to run.
One of her arms is crossed over her middle, the fingers rubbing and tracing habitually over the wrist of her other arm.
Over thin, pink scars.
My father did that.
When he tied her to a fucking crucifix as part of his vendetta against the Kildare family and tried tobleed her out.
The room is silent as I swallow, eyeing Neve as she stares right through me. Slowly, she frowns.
“You’re maybe a little closer to my height. C’mon.”
She turns and disappears back into the hallway. Following slowly, I shadow her back to her room. This one has a much less girlie vibe than her sister’s. A framed poster for a Nina Simone concert in France. A wall of older DVDs that look almost exclusively to be 90’s and 00’s comedies. And a bed that looks more appropriate for a young woman than the fairy princess bed in Eilish’s room.
Aside from that, the room is actually kind of sparse.
“I moved out a few months ago,” she says dismissively, quietly, with a shrug.
“Of course. Congratulations, by the way.”
I feel weird even saying it.Congratulations. Sorry your wedding present was my monster of a father hunting you and your new husband down.
