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Her head spins around and her face lights up with a devious expression when she spots us.
The first thing I notice is that his sister has to be his twin.
The second thing I notice is the dried blood on her wrist.
CHAPTER SIX
THE ANGEL AND THE FOOL – BROKEN BELLS
Leo
“Really, La?” I lift her arm, raising a brow at the leftover blood.
“What?” She shrugs. “I came from work. And I would have showered if I hadn’t been so busy doing your job.”
“If you were really filling in for me, there wouldn’t be a speck on you.”
“You don’t have the luxury of micromanaging me. Unless you want to take the Moretti deal off my hands?”
I glare at her, thankful she’s at least being vague in front of Kyra.
“Anyway, my way is more fun.” Her eyes search the room, settling on the font of holy water.
“No,” I say, yanking her back before she takes another step. “Don’t you dare.”
She chuckles as I hand over my handkerchief.
Kyra’s eyes widen as Lara dips her head and licks the caked blood on her wrist, then gets to work scrubbing it away.
When she’s done, she leans in and stuffs the handkerchief into my front pocket, patting my chest with a sweet smile.
I let out an exasperated sigh and take it out again, tucking it into the pocket of my slacks instead.
“Who’s your date?” she asks, finally acknowledging Kyra. Her perusal seems harmless, but I recognize a predatory interest in my sister’s eyes.
“Lara, this is Kyra,” I say, glaring at her when she moves to shake Kyra’s hand with her previously bloody one.
“I’m not his date,” Kyra says.
I frown at her.
She stumbles over her next words. “I mean…church isn’t a date. So I can’t be.”
“I don’t know, princess,” Lara teases, not heeding my warning and tracing a path down Kyra’s forearm with the tips of her fingers. “Wine, food, that delicious dress. Seems like one to me.”
When her hand lingers, I snap, catching her wrist and subtly shoving her back. I don’t want to put her on her ass and cause a scene.
It wouldn’t be the first time, but I’m trying to make a good impression on my date.
“Hands off, Lara,” I say, venom seeping through my voice.
“Relax, brother.” My sister cants her head, looking lazily over Kyra’s curves. “She’s not my type.”
I raise a skeptical brow.
“A girl like this craves the forbidden. And she’ll get more than she bargained for with me.” Lara’s voice darkens. “A good girl in a white dress can pull you under like heroin. And I’m not the addict for her. I’ll end up hooked and she’ll be catatonic. Or screaming. Crying is almost certain.”
“Jesus, La.”
