Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

“You might make a good Prince Consort after all.” Andreas wiped his mouth with a napkin and checked the clock. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a call with an old friend from Oxford. Don’t destroy the kitchen while I’m gone.” “Good to hear. You know how I live for your approval,” I deadpanned. “I do.” He clapped me on the shoulder on his way out, and my annoyance ratcheted up another notch. I couldn’t believe I shared DNA with that guy. When I turned back to Bridget, she was trying, and failing, to suppress a smile. “What’s so funny?” “You and Andreas. You bicker like Nik and I do.” Her smile widened at the incomprehension on my face. “You bicker like siblings.” Siblings. It didn’t hit me until that moment. I’d known Andreas was my brother, but he was my brother. A real, albeit annoying, one I saw regularly. We argued all the time, but maybe that was just what siblings did, like Bridget said. I wouldn’t know. I’d been alone all my life…until now. My stomach swooped with the oddest sensation. “I still don’t trust him fully,” I said.