I was the Wicked Bitch of the East Coast, but I wasn’t the words they called me. Not really. I liked to pretend I was as callous as my brother Grayson, as cunning as my sister Gemma. In reality, I was soft. As they said, there was a reason I’d never fit in. I was a marshmallow. Easy to step on. Easier to squish. So I answered. “Truth.” Theo smiled, easy and slow. “I’m going to break your heart, and you’re going to thank me for it.”
