Chapter 59
Chapter 5
The second I pushed the door open, a glass full of scalding hot coffee came flying straight at me.
It smashed into my forehead.
Fain shot through my skull as warm blood trickled down between my fingers.
The mug hit the floor, shattering into pieces.
Lala sat slumped on the carpet, tearing into a fried chicken drumstick like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
The coffee table was buried under takeout boxes and junk food.
Weeks of her insane diet had only made her bingeing worse.
“Get the hell out!” she screamed.
“Mom’s sick,” I said flatly.
“She asked me to check in on you p>
The last time Lila shoved Mom to the ground, she’d stormed out afterward without a care.
Mom’s old back injury had flared up.
Even from the hospital bed, she wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone, begging me to keep an eye on this brat.
And honestly?
Seeing Lila like this–half–crazed, half–human–warmed me a little inside.
But not nearly enough.
She chugged Coke like a starving wolf.
“I don’t have time to babysit her! I’m drowning in sponsorship deals p>
Her little “seafood sludge ” stunt had snagged her half a million followers in no time.
Now she was a minor internet celeb. Original content can be found at ͟.net
But people never stop wanting more,
And Lila was never going to be satisfied with scraps.
I let my lips curl into a tempting smile.
“That’s it? That’s all the money you’re excited about p>
She froze mid bite, eyes narrowing.
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean p>
I unzipped my bag with deliberate slowness.
Pulled out a clear plastic pouch,
Inside was damp, brown clay.
Wiping the blood off my forehead, I stepped forward and dumped a handful onto her table.
00:19
Came Back Cold Du p>
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Chapter 5
The dirt smeared red with my blood.
Her brows arched, face hardening.
“The fuck is this p>
My smile deepened.
This was just for you, little sister.
“Bentonite clay,” I said sweetly,
“Edible p>
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.