Page 34 of His Cursed Heart

We haven't talked since then, ignoring each other in the mansion like two scared puppies.

I am selfish, but so is she.

If we are behaving like this now, then we'll kill each other within the first week of living together.

A knock on the door makes my spine stiffen, bringing me back in reality.

To the day I'm marrying Althea Seraphina.

I hear the door open and then a pair of heels are making noise on the floor. I turn slowly and meet the same green eyes as mine. I let the cigar and glass on the table as the girl starts running towards me.

I catch her easily and I start laughing lightly, feeling how she squeezes my neck almost in a choke hold.

"Hi, Emmeline." I greet my sister with a smile on my

face.

"Hi, Ev." She snuggles deeper in my arms. Her nickname for me making my heart skip a beat.

"You missed your big brother?" I tease her.

"Never." She replies, but I can feel her smile on my neck.

We stay like this for another five minutes, and then I let her down.

Emmeline is a replica of my mother. Black hair with natural brownish highlights, green eyes, small but not too small lips.

My little sister who doesn't look so little anymore. Her face is more mature, her body changed. Even her voice is more feminine.

She wears a sleeveless black dress, with a generous crack on her leg that fits her like a second skin, leaving your imagination to run free.

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh my God, I'm not even back for a day and you and dad are already overprotective!" She says offended.

"You're nineteen!" I say like her age explains something.

"And you're twenty-seven. Are you hearing me complain about your lifestyle?" Her perfect eyebrow is raised.

"At least put something on your shoulders." I try one more time.

"Ev!" She whines. I roll my eyes and raise my hand in surrender.

I kiss her forehead murmuring: "You're beautiful, Em."

She smiles up at me and hugs me again.

The last time we saw each other was two years ago, when she left to compete with her horses in Europe for

Equestrianism.

I see tears coming in her eyes and I frown.

"What's wrong, Em?" I gently touch her hand.

"I can't believe I wasn't here when she died. You were alone and I was away, and now you're getting married."

"I wasn't alone. Hey, look at me. I'm fine."

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