“Why else do you think he helped you, Belle?” My sisterlooks at me like I’m stupid, her eyes bloodshot and heavilylidded. “He came in and scooped me up like a toddler becausehe thinks you’ll fu—”
I slap a hand over her mouth. “Don’t you dare finish thatsentence.”
I wait a few seconds before pulling my hand away.
“—ck him,” she says quickly, narrowing her eyes at me in achallenge.
I groan and drag both hands down my face, but I hear Nikolaichuckle from the front seat. I snap my attention to him. “Whaton Earth is funny about this?”
“I’ve scared people a lot tougher than your sister by justlooking at them sideways, but she isn’t scared at all. It’simpressive.”
“It’s embarrassing,” I correct, glaring at Elise, who is
