“Finish that sentence and I’ll fucking kill you,” Blackwell threatened. Ophelia was ashamed that all she could think of in this moment was that Blackwell had been right before—jealousy was a sexy color. Genevieve, now realizing something much deeper was going on between the three of them, glanced around in shock. Leaning into Ophelia with a proud grin, she whispered, “Please tell me they’re fighting over you.” Ophelia threw a severe look at Genevieve that only made her sister’s grin grow wider.
