“I thought you got lost on your way here,” he said, his voice cold and indifferent, as if my suffering had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
From the corner of the room, Xavier lounged on the couch, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding before him. His cynical smile grew as he added fuel to the fire.
“That is what I have been saying, brother. You need to stop pampering her. She cannot even handle a little wound without dragging her feet. Imagine what she would do if she actually had to sacrifice something for you.”
His words stung, each one slicing through me like a fresh incision.
Charlotte, still sitting on the bed, chuckled softly, rolling the pearl along Sylus’s bare chest with deliberate playfulness.
Sylus, to my horror, gasped lightly and gave her a teasing smile. “That is tickles, Lotty,” he said, his voice soft and warm, far different from the way he spoke to me.
He pinched her cheek affectionately, and I was forced to witness the love and adoration in his eyes, love that had never been mine to begin with.
No, it was not that Charlotte’s face resembled mine. It was mine that resembled hers.