“I’m being honest,” I spat. “I regret ever bringing her into my life, and I am not jealous! Never! She’s nothing but a bitch!”
And then it happened.
Slap.
My head whipped to the side. A sharp sting burned across my cheek.
I blinked, stunned. Nathan’s hand still hung in the air between us.
“She’s your sister, not by blood, and also your best friend," he snapped. “She is also like us. Don’t ever talk about her like that again.”
Before I could respond, Sabrina walked out of her room in a silk robe, barefoot, and playing innocent like she always did.
“What’s going on?” she asked sweetly, looking between us. “Why are you shouting?”
I pointed at her chest. “Where is the necklace?”
Sabrina glanced down like she’d forgotten she was even wearing it. The diamond glinted at her collarbone.
“Oh… this?” she said, touching it lightly. “I just borrowed it. I didn’t think you’d mind. Nathan said it was okay. And I mean, I’m part of the family too, right?”
“Take it off,” I snapped. “Now.”
Her expression faltered. “Elena—”
“Take. It. Off.”
I stepped toward her. She backed away, clutching the necklace.