Amber was all ready to mock Sarah for her delusion, scoffing as she heard the conversation from the next room. But even without looking at how Mason caressed the girl, their half-sister, Amber could hear how he spoke.
Hear the way his unfeeling, arrogant tone turned soft and coddling, coaxing Sarah, but ended up doing what Sarah wanted instead.
This is...this is beyond liking Sarah more.
Her older brother, the one who carried their mother's ambition...
She watched cautiously as Mason went out of the building, but stayed still in her place for a long time with bated breath. Her mind was still trying to deny everything that she saw and heard.
That sweet, soft voice Mason used to appease Sarah still lingered in her ear. Mason had never used that kind of tone to talk to Amber or their other siblings—not even to their mother, the first wife. She couldn't see Masob's face, but the gentle, intimate gesture left nothing to be doubted.
What is this?
