Everly. I never expected to feel anything for her but disdain. After all, surely she’d hate our new living situation, too, and loathe the sight of me just as I would with her. Except she hadn’t. She’d liked me. Been kind. Welcoming. Including into her bed. That was the limit of it, though. Love at first sight was my failing. Everly Makepeace had once been my stepsister and my obsession, but never the other way around. It was the only way I could explain why now, a decade later, with no love lost on her side, I was breaking into her home to protect her.
