She let out a soft laugh, her voice turning lazier, crueler. "A pitiful thing nobody loves. What's even the point of you being alive?"
I looked at her, and suddenly the whole of it struck me as absurdly, grotesquely laughable.
From the time we were small, she had taken everything I ever had. Our parents. My promised husband, Julian Frost. Even my sworn husband, Julian Moretti, belonged to her in the end.
Everyone loved her.
And even so, she still wouldn't leave me alone. She had to come stand in front of me again and again, parading her victory.
I was thinking it, and I said it aloud.
She heard me out, then smiled with open contempt, not even bothering with the last shred of pretense.
"There's no why." Her tone was casual to the point of cruelty. "I just can't stand the sight of you. I never wanted a sister. I've been trying to push you into an early grave for years, but you're stubborn about staying alive. So I suppose I'll just have to do it myself."
Before the last word left her mouth, she lunged, both hands slamming into my chest.
"Die!"