The screen illuminated my tired face as I responded to Cassidy.
Goodnight.
My thumb hovered over the send button when a pale hand snatched the phone from my grip.
"Sabrina, what the—"
"Checking on my sister?" She stood at the edge of my bed, my phone dangling from her fingers like contraband. "How considerate of you, Isaiah."
I lunged for the device, but Sabrina was faster, stepping just out of reach. The darkness of the guest room made her look like a ghost—pale skin, wine-red hair loose around her shoulders, purple eyes watching me with that unnerving intensity only Sabrina Valentine could achieve.
"Give it back."
"Make me."
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but carried a challenge that made my pulse quicken. This was dangerous territory. Vivienne had just left my room a little while ago. Cassidy was out there somewhere, probably planning my murder. And now Sabrina was here, playing games I couldn't afford to join.
