have everything I want, Paisley Hallistar.” His repeated use of my full name was crashing into my system, sending it fucking haywire. Bastard was aware of it too, if that knowing smirk was any indication. “Don’t you remember our last days?” Swallowing hard, it was a real effort to keep my voice neutral. “I don’t remember you,” I said flatly. “I was only four when we were—” “Torn apart?” he suggested. I found those words odd, and that heat in my veins surged again; my cheeks had better not look as flushed as I felt.
