I went down the hallway into her old bedroom and found her there. She was in bed with the sheets pulled to her shoulder, facing the window with her back to me. Her breathing told me she was wide awake but trying to pretend she was asleep.

I knew her better than she gave me credit for.

I approached the bed and stood over her, watching her inhales increase because she knew I was there, standing over her, staring her down. My hand went to her arm and gently pulled her toward me.

Her fire obviously hadn’t died down because she twisted out of the hold instantly. “Don’t touch me.”

I continued to stand there, waiting for her to turn and look at me.

She didn’t.

I didn’t apologize.

I went around the bed to the other side, so she would be forced to look at me.

Her eyes narrowed in anger. “Leave.”

I grabbed the top of the sheets and pulled them down.

When I didn’t obey like usual, she sat up. “I said, leave.”

I got into bed beside her and pulled the sheets to my waist. “No.”

In complete bewilderment, she just stared at me, unsure what to do next now that her power had been taken from her. Then she kicked the sheets off and got out of bed. “Fine. Then I’ll go.” Her feet hit the rug, and she marched off.

I followed her.

She looked back at me in the stairway, her eyes vicious. “Stop it.”

I kept going.

She went into my bedroom and shut the door in my face. She locked it too.

That was cute.

I stepped back a couple feet then slammed my body against the door, breaking it clean off the hinges. I stepped inside and ignored the debris underneath my feet.

She looked at the door then my face, her eyes wide in disbelief.

I walked toward her. “Where you go, I go. So pick a fucking bed.”

Her blue eyes were livid. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. The anger was too much for her to process, and she had no idea what to do with it. My behavior had never instilled this level of rage, and her loyalty to her sister was the only explanation for it. “I want you to leave.”

“No.” I stepped closer to her, ignoring her fury and approaching without caution.

Smoke was practically coming out of her ears.

I stood in front of her. Stood over her.

She reverted to her previous behavior and slapped me again.

I turned with the hit, aroused when I should be furious. She’d never been disobedient. She never displayed the qualities I despised. But when she did, I liked it.