It was her turn to interrupt me.

“This, we do not discuss. This is not up for discussion. We have a liability. We,” she bit off the last word while lifting a hand and waving it between us. “There are no words exchanged when we have a liability. When we have a liability, the crew unites while Momma takes care of the threat. You’re either a member of that crew or you’re not, Liv. And I think you get where you are if you’re not. You can bitch and complain and act superior all you want. It’s annoying but it’s you and I’ve swallowed it enough my whole life, I’m used to the taste, so I don’t give a fuck. But we got a threat, you close ranks. That’s it. No words. It happens. Now, I asked, you got that?”

She asked if I got it that, if I protected Nick, she’d mow me down to get to him.

Obviously, that was not okay.

But I got it.

“I got it,” I stated.

“So he’s not contacted you.”

“No,” I confirmed.

She stared at me, clearly assessed I was telling the truth, and nodded.

She relaxed.

I did not.

Her manner might have changed, but the look in her eyes was no less frightening.

“I want you to rethink Culver,” she stated.

I sat still and silent, my eyes anchored to hers, not of my choice.

“I’ve been paying attention to the moves he’s making, and one thing in his whole, fucked-up life Dad was right about is that Dustin Culver could be an asset,” she continued. “He could be useful. Give it time. A few days. Think on it. We’ll talk. When we do, if you don’t want to go there, I’ll want good reasons, Liv. Really good reasons. So when we talk, if you’re not up for giving that another shot, you need to have those reasons. Yes?”

I got that too.

With Tommy no longer in the picture, which meant whatever she promised him in regards to me not something she had to worry about, she now intended to revisit the idea of whoring me out to Dustin Culver due to the possibility he might be useful to the House of Shade. No reason I gave, including the fact I just wasn’t into him, certainly not the fact I was in love with one of our enemies, would be good enough.

The decision was made. I already had a mission: get Dustin Culver addicted to my snatch.

No.

My sister had no soul.

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“He’s a good-looking guy. You two’ll be good together,” she assured, as if looks were the only thing that mattered.

“You’re right. He’s not difficult to look at,” I agreed.

The scary went out of her eyes and she smiled.