“You better figure it out. Your sister’s life depends on it.”
Ring.
Part of me hoped Trina didn’t answer. The other part was praying Marnie would say something. I’d been dreaming about slitting her sister’s throat from the day I started stalking her.
My hopes died when Trina answered on the third ring.
“Marnie! Oh my god, are you okay?”
If she only knew how not okay her sister was.
My Bird took a deep breath and said, “I’m fine, Trina.”
I couldn’t help but admire how steady her tone was because her body was anything but calm. Shivering and pale as a ghost, the stench of fear was so thick in the air I could taste it.
Sparks shot up my spine as I pressed my mouth down on her shoulder, and the panic coursing through her tingled on my lips.
So, fucking good.
The only thing ruining this moment was the voice on the other end of the phone.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Trina barked out. “Where the hell were you?”
Her pitch grated on my nerves.
‘Where the hell were you?’ What right did Trina have to demand shit from my Little Bird? Marnie was mine! The only person she had to answer to was me, not some weaker carbon copy.
“Sorry,” Marnie uttered while I grazed my hand up her arm and sauntered around behind her. “I was sick.”
“Bullshit! Being sick doesn’t mean you don’t answer your phone, Marnie. Now, what the hell is going on?”
It appeared Trina wasn’t as stupid as people thought she was. Given her sister’s intelligence, I wasn’t surprised—two peas in a pod, as they say. The Dupires had a knack for being underestimated.
“Sorry, I left my phone at Andrew’s.”
That was when Trina’s tone changed, and so did mine.
“Did you say, Andrew?”
Marnie thought she was sly, but I caught that spark in her eyes. I was a twin, too. We all had our own language. There would be no secret messages on my watch.
“Careful, Little Bird,” I whispered, then leaned down, bringing my mouth next to her ear. “I’d hate for something to be misconstrued.”
That was the first time I lied to her.
I was begging for a reason to make a trip to Miami. The thought of fucking Marnie while I had her sister’s blood on my hands had me ready to rip her out of that chair. Instead, I slid my palm down her chest to the sweet spot between her thighs.
“Relax, Trina.” Marnie cleared her throat and shot me a dirty look as I swept my finger over her clit. “Andrew’s in my class. I told you about him.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did,” Marnie insisted with so much conviction that I almost believed her. “He’s the same one that helped me go through textbooks.”
“Okay?”
My heart flittered at the skepticism in Trina’s tone, then again when Marnie whispered, “You’re not helping.”
I smirked and dipped my finger in her tight channel.
