THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
I faked a yawn, stretching my arms overhead so my shirt rode up, exposing the curve of my underboob.
Mom eyed me skeptical, but before she could probe—
“Mom, she’s lying!” Karen piped up, all smug accusation, jabbing a finger my way. “She just wants to meet Uncle Zion alone. I heard them planning it!”
My eyes widened, disbelief hot in my chest—I lunged half out of my seat, hand rearing back to slap the smirk off her face. Dad’s fingers clamped my wrist tight. “You do not raise your hand to my daughter.” He bit the inside of his cheek, then yanked my arm down. I rolled my eyes, rubbing the red mark. “Dad, you see how she’s spewing shit and you just let it slide?” My voice pitched higher, frus