Vance blinked, his bruised face twisting in confusion as the tension snapped tight around him. He looked from Sevette to Cornelia, then to Cain, his voice breaking the heavy silence.
"Why?" he asked hoarsely. "What are you even talking about?"
Sevette did not even spare him a glance.
"Quiet," she said, dismissive, almost bored. "This does not concern you."
Vance stiffened, humiliation flaring again, but before he could protest, Sevette took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Cornelia. There was no pretense left in her expression now. Whatever mask she had worn earlier had slipped away.
"I think I like your husband," Sevette said plainly, and winked seductively at Cain.
Cain was stunned.
Sister, too straightforward?
The words rang out like a slap.
Cornelia's breath hitched for a fraction of a second, then her eyes burned. "You what?"
Sevette met her gaze head-on. "I said I like him. I want him to be my man, my other half and my husband…"
