"Don't you dare say her name with that filthy mouth!" Nina snapped, raising a finger as if she was moments away from using it to claw Kaan's face off. Her disgust was palpable—just the mere mention of her sister from his lips was enough to make her want to throw him out on the spot.
But she didn't. And that told Kaan everything he needed to know.
Oh, she cared. She really cared. And nothing was more fun to a manipulator than poking at someone's emotional wounds like a kid prodding a hornet's nest. Time to twist the knife.
Kaan leaned in slightly, voice silkier than it had any right to be. "I can bring her back to you. Don't you want her back?"
It was a lie, of course. A massive, bold-faced, say-it-with-a-straight-face kind of lie. But Nina didn't need to know that.
