Webster looked genuine enough, even had this careful edge to his voice—like he actually meant what he was saying. But Jill wasn't buying it for a second. No way he'd flip his whole attitude without some serious reason behind it.
She gave him a look, not bothering to hide her doubt. "You're actually here to say sorry?"
He nodded like an eager puppy. "Draven really let me have it."
Right. Like Draven's lecture could suddenly make Webster grow a conscience. This was the same guy who'd rather get disowned than apologize to her before. Now he's all reformed because of a talking-to?
She'd already gotten weird vibes when Webster first tried crawling back to the family. The whole humble act didn't fit the stubborn, hot-headed brother she knew.
Seeing him in her room now just confirmed what she'd been thinking all along.
But she wasn't about to tip her hand. Instead, she flashed him her sweetest smile. "Of course I'm not mad, Webster. You're my little brother."
