"I know who you are." His expression was mutinous, daring her to deny the truth. What she didn't know was just how much of the truth he knew.
She ripped open two packets of sugar, sprinkled the contents into her coffee, and stirred it with a spoon. "And who would that be?"
He didn't appear to like her aloof act at all. "Don't treat me like I'm stupid and delusional."
She sighed at the determined glint in his eyes – he wasn't going to let this go. "It's Kellen, right? Kellen, there are some stories that are best not to hear."
His eyes flashed demon for a brief moment. "You're my sister.
Don't say you're not." He made a visible effort to calm himself. "I won't tell anyone, I just want to know."
"I'm your sister," Harper acknowledged. She blew over the rim of her cup before taking a sip. "Carla won't like you talking to me."
"She doesn't know." He lifted his own cup. "She has a picture of you."
