Don’t Tell Our Parents
A cold, reckless wave of determination washed over me, drowning out all my rational thoughts.
"Fine," I said, locking eyes with him. "We have a deal. But we need ground rules, Lael. Strict ones."
Lael’s smirk broadened, dangerous and satisfied. "I'm listening, step-sister."
"Rule number one—"
Before I could even lay out my list, my phone violently buzzed in my hand. I glanced down at the screen.
Mom: Avery where are you? You said you would be here at the De La Fontaine house to help me with the arranging!!