Page 97 of Jolt's Vengeance

"Davina, come on in," I say, stepping aside to let her enter.

She cocks an eyebrow at me, her lips curving into a smirk. "Geeze, took ye long enough," she sasses, brushing past me.

I can't help but chuckle internally.

That attitude is definitely genetic.

As Davina saunters into the living room, I'm struck again by how much she and Aggie resemble each other.

Same facial structure, same almond shaped eyes.

The main difference is Davina's dark hair, a stark contrast to Aggie's bottle blonde.

Davina plops down on the couch next to Aggie, making herself right at home. "So, what we drinkin'?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Aggie shoots her sister a look that could curdle milk. "We're not drinkin' anything," she says firmly. "I'm not about to get in a load of shite for you."

Davina's laugh is sharp and quick. "Aw, come on. You've gone soft, sis."

I can't let that slide. "Nothing about your sister is soft," I interject, my voice low and serious. "She's just smarter than she was when she left."

Davina's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flashing across them.

She leans forward, her voice dripping with venom. "If she was that much smarter, she wouldn't have gotten roughed up."

The words hit like a physical blow.

I feel the air leave the room, tension crackling like electricity.

My muscles tense, ready to intervene, but Aggie moves faster than I can react.

Crack!

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room.

Aggie's hand connects with Davina's cheek, leaving an angry red mark.

I've never seen Aggie move so quickly, her entire body radiating fury.

"Shut yer fuckin' face, you imbecile," Aggie snarls, her accent thickening with rage. "Yer protected here and don't know what it's like out in the real world. I was lucky to get away, lucky enough to not wait on anyone to come and save me, or to even hope they would."

Her eyes, usually warm emerald pools, have turned to hard, glittering stones.

She leans in close to Davina, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "If I ever hear you say some dumb shite like that again, I will hold your head below water until I almost kill ye."

My heart pounds in my chest.

This is a side of Aggie I've never seen before—raw, unfiltered rage born from deep trauma.

It's terrifying and heartbreaking all at once.

I want to reach out, to comfort her, but I know this is a moment she needs to own.

Davina's eyes widen for a split second, a flicker of fear crossing her face.

Then, to my utter shock, she bursts into laughter.

Her whole body shakes with it, the sound filling the room.

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