"Only been two years since my sister went missing, and you're already itching to hook up with someone else?" Jareth shot a sharp glance, tone light but full of sarcasm.
His eyes narrowed as he added, "Have you seriously forgotten she's missing, not dead? And let's not pretend you'd even be where you are now without her." His voice was low but firm, filled with warning.
Dexter didn't react one bit, like he saw this jab coming a mile away. His face stayed chill, and he arched an eyebrow, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
"Thanks for the reminder-not that I ever forgot." His voice carried a trace of mockery, with a bitter edge that made the words feel heavier.
Felicity Carrington... Jareth's sister, Dexter's so-called wife. But honestly, she felt more like a life-saver than a pa
