Lysandra flinched at the word. Delilah turned to me slowly, like something old and dangerous had stirred beneath her skin.
“She’s not a failure,” she said, voice razor sharp. “You made her this way. And I'm not here to follow commands, I'm here to get revenge. And I'm going to get this on my own terms. It seems to me that all your plans have failed. I'm going to do this my way on my terms when I am ready.”
I laughed, stepping closer. “You’re getting attached. That’s dangerous.”
“She’s my sister,” Delilah hissed. “And I'm going to start acting like it. Or is it because you deprived the two of us from being together, from growing up by one another side that you are furious that I'm actually taking the chance to take care of her?”
“Half-sister,” I corrected. “And she was meant to be your
