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I’ve been really good about this considering Olivia’s far from ready, so I haven’t pushed her, but she literally just needs to look at me and I’d be ready to go. No weird eye narrowing and twitching necessary.

“I mean, I think your definition of real and mine are different, so I’ll pass on your offer. Plus, I think you’re forgetting that I know you sold your own goddamn kid to traffickers. Why the hell would I want anything to do with you?”

“I just want what’s best for her. I was trying to connect her with people who’d really help her flourish.”

“Bull fucking shit, you’re so jealous of her you’re practically green. I mean, I get it though, she’s worlds better than you’ll ever be.”

Her eyes narrow at the insult.

“Answer my fucking question, why the hell are you with my daughter?” She hisses.

I can’t help but smile, for the first time during this clusterfuck of a conversation. “She’s my fated mate.”

Janice tilts her head back and lets out the most maniacal laugh I’ve ever fucking heard. “She’ll never really be with you. She’s seen what that fated mate bullshit does to someone,” she says, waving her hand at herself in what seems to be the first example of self-awareness I’ve seen this entire conversation. “She’ll be bitter and miserable just like me.”

It’s my turn to let out my own laugh.

“Nah, that’s not what any ‘fated mate bullshit’ did to you, that’s just you,” I say, crossing my arms across my chest. “She’s worlds stronger than you. Probably got more balls in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body. She’s nothing like you and never will be.”

CHAPTER 7

OLIVIA

Ipush past my mom and into the trailer. Tension coils inside me the further I walk into the all too familiar trailer, memories from my childhood I’d much rather keep locked away bombarding me.

I head to the small guest bedroom at the end and knock on the door.

“Hey, Sis? It’s me,” I say.

The door flies open and I see Summer’s messy red hair that’s so similar to mine. She freezes when she sees me, her eyes going wide.

“What in the world happened to you?” She asks, her voice a low whisper, pulling me into the room and shutting it behind her.

“Oh yeah,” I wince, my hand hovering over the nasty cut on my forehead. I imagine the bruises around my face and neck that she must be seeing. “I’m in pretty rough shape, huh.”

“Uh, yeah! What happened?”

“Uh,” I say, trailing off. It’s not exactly age appropriate for you to tell your fourteen-year-old sister you were sold to traffickers because your mother wanted drugs.

“Mom said something about you going away, did people hurt you when you were gone?” She ask me.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Her face scrunches up and she pounds her fist into her palm. “Let me at ‘em. I wanna give them a piece of my mind.”

“You’re sweet,” I laugh, ruffling her curls.

“No I’m menacing,” She says, baring her teeth at me before bursting into a field of giggles.

I laugh with her and pull her into a hug, tucking her head under my chin and swaying back and forth with her, taking in that she’s okay.

“You have all your stuff packed?” I ask, taking a step back.

She nods, hefting a duffel bag over her shoulder. “Yeah, I didn’t get very long to pack so I don’t have a lot of stuff.”

“Got it,” I say grabbing her backpack. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to stay out of the trailer as much as I can though, Mom and George are really loud,” she wrinkles her nose as if she just smelled something absolutely disgusting. Understandable, considering what the two of them were probably doing with each other within earshot of her.

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