Thirty one

*Freya*

I was done trying to be a good girl to my step-sister. If she wanted to be bitchy, I would be even more bitchy.

Kelly's face contorted with fury, eyes flashing amber. "How dare you, you little--"

She lashed out, her hand coming towards my face. But I was faster. I caught her wrist in an iron grip inches from my cheek, my own eyes glowing dark.

We stood locked together, trembling with rage, a snarl rumbling in Kelly's throat. For a tense ...