A Sister's Tease, A Sister's Gift
"He's powerful. Beyond belief. If anyone can kill that idiot Gary, it's him. I believe it with all my heart."
Natasha's words hung in the air like a vow. Her face shone, almost too bright for the dark chamber. Hope was not just in her smile; it seemed to emanate from her skin, as if her belief alone could conjure that future into being.
Natty, observing the expression on her little sister's face, felt something move. The way Natasha described Leon—eyes lighting, lips twisting, voice relaxing—wasn't the way one described a friend. It was softer. Crazier. A sort of reverence that slid under her defenses.
A smiling come-on tugged at Natty's mouth. She cocked her head, dark eyes narrowing a fraction.
Natasha," she said quietly, her voice strung with glee. "Do you… love him?"
The words dropped like a stone into still water, and the ripples were immediate.
