43.

BRYNN.

"Shocked?" She laughs as she grabs the chair from the middle and pulls it to sit before me. She crosses her arms to her chest and cocks her head, “Not that much of a resemblance now that I’m looking at you this close.”

"Who the fuck are you?" I say through clenched teeth as I glare at her and she clicks her tongue. She uncrosses her arms and leans forward in her seat, stretching her back till there are only inches between our faces and we’re sharing the same irritated breaths. "Who I am, you ask? I answered that. I’m your sister."

Is she sick?

When I don’t respond and stare at her the way I think, she laughs loudly, throwing her entire body to the back with her head falling over her neck.

The sound of her laughter echoes through the empty room for long minutes, annoyingly the only sound I can hear before it eventually dies down, and she drops her head, her dark eyes meeting mine. “I guess Dante didn’t tell you all about family history, did he?”

"Is this some kind of sick game?"