MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL.
She had moved slightly aside when Louis entered, watching the scene with a small, knowing smile.
Louis noticed my glance.
“Oh,” he said, exhaling lightly as if remembering something important. He turned toward her and gestured.
“Melissa, this is Ann.”
The woman smiled warmly and stepped closer. Up close, I could see the resemblance more clearly now. The same dark eyes. The same gentle curve of the mouth.
“My sister,” Louis continued.
Ann dipped her head slightly in greeting.
“I’m glad you’re finally awake,” she said softly.
Before I could respond, Louis added something that made my brain completely stall.