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I half whispered. “We saw that coming,” Mika replied. I didn't know what to feel, “how? When? Was this even possible?” “Yes it is. And it's real life too.” I eyed Mika. Of course, she never failed with the sarcastic responses. I must have said my thoughts out loud. This was more than just a surprise to me, it was an eye-opener. “I have a sister.” I whispered. “Half-sister” Bones corrected. “What?” “She shares your blood with Theron, not that of your mother,” he added.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

Not everyone could open their stores in front of the school. Serenity was able to open a bookstore here for a couple of years. Could she be leaning on the Yorks? “Ms. Newman, the bookstore is about a thousand feet from here. The first store on your left is the bookstore.” The bodyguard passed Mrs. Newman’s message to Camryn. “Camryn, remember what I told you. Beg for mercy on behalf of your sister. Regardless of the mistake Carrie made, she’s your biological sister!” Mrs. Newman reminded Camryn frostily.

We removed the ruined shelving, ripped up the carpet, did our best to dry things with industrial-strength fans, then locked the place, leaving all the books on the main shelves as they were. My sister lives downstate near New York City. Though she’s a librarian and loves books as much as me, her husband owns a business and they have two little ones to take care of. She’d been in no position to move here and take over a ruined bookstore. At the time I was still content (or so I’d desperately lied to myself every single day) teaching high school English to teenagers who mostly didn’t give two farts about Hawthorne, Poe, or even Stephen King.

I wanted a mate, but it came at the price of so many others. In the end, I was still unloved. Alone. Mocked by the haunting memories of what I sacrificed in an attempt to dream of something solely mine. Because of Vincent and his pursuit of maddening greed, many of the Keepers do not involve me. My Dark realm is not a welcome presence, and they remained wary as a result. All I have to keep myself company now are my tainted pets and my sister of beauty and light. I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw our other sister. Kara was not one to be around others. She was a hunter of men. None was safe.

Zombies hit the sixth floor, clawing at the door. Everyone froze. I didn't. I looked straight at Willa. "You made this mess. Clean it up." "Selene?!" Willa gawked like I'd slapped her. "How can you treat me like this? Aren't you my sister?" I laughed. "Oh, now I'm your sister? I'm the older one, not your maid. You're dead weight. Can't lift, can't carry, just eat and whine. And now you've got a baby? Be real. If we weren't related, you think I'd have kept you around?"

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

As soon as I stepped outside, I ran into my sister and Lex in the garden. Their fingers were intertwined, bodies pressed close together, looking utterly affectionate. "Thalia, are you going back to our mother's place today? Isn't Kane coming with you?" My sister's eyes sparkled with smug cunning. "Kane is at the company. I'm going to find him," I said. The words made a flicker of resentment pass through Lex's eyes. He had always been jealous of Kane—stronger, more capable, and unburdened by illness, unlike him, stuck at home because of his weak body.