Imogen’s POV

Bianca nodded her head excitedly, though I still had my doubts about her intentions. Yet I no longer feared her I knew I could take her down and I could tell she knew I would make good on my word to incinerate her. My father cleared his throat, disturbing our little tiff.

“Well, isn’t this nice. See? You can get along,” he said, making me glare at him. I knew she was his daughter and had an attachment to her, but I didn’t so I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt at threatening her. Growing up, I always wanted a sibling I suppose this was their way of...