Little Liar (The Web of Silence Duet, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

You’d think having been inside my sister more times than I can count, seeing her like this, basically naked with my blood on her, I’d be used to it. Nope—I’m still very much obsessed with her, even when she’s in her PJs, with knotted hair, and smelling like garlic or some other disgusting thing. What twenty-eight-year-old gets butterflies like this? Damn, I love this fucking girl.