Wendy’s POV

I knew I had made a terrible mistake the moment the words left my mouth.

The change in Ethan’s expression was immediate and terrifying. The rage was still there, but something else replaced it, something colder and far more dangerous. His eyes slowly turned bright and sharp in that strange way they always did when something inside his head snapped. I had seen it before when we were younger, but never directed at me like this.

“So you’ve never loved me, sister?” he asked, his voice suddenly calm in a way that made my stomach twist.

The word sister hit me hard.

I swallowed, my throat dry, my...