Page 27 of Revenge Puck

“Iamdead inside.”

My sister’s snort sounds exactly like mine. “Anyway. I’ll keep you posted if we have a meeting about it.”

A meeting? Fuck my life.

“Maybe if you meet someone, she can come along.”

Not likely.

“Someone normal this time, who doesn’t treat you like piece of meat. Or her ticket to brand deals.”

I frown. “That’s specific.”

My sisterhuffsas if she’s crossing her arms indignantly. “I don’t want to be sitting next to some woman in the family suite who’s more interested in camera time than in you.”

“Harsh.”

“Accurate.”

The road blurs a little as my mind drifts, traitor that it is…

Soft voice.

Kind eyes.

A romantic name that’s messing with my head.

Juliette Kennedy.

Sutton continues yapping. “I want you with a girl who wants a family. Someone who’d rather be in the stands with a hot chocolate and an old Ice Wolves hoodie—not one wearing studded leather pants and a cropped T-shirt.”

Bailey wore an outfit like that once. It never occurred to me that it made my family uncomfortable; this is the first time Sutton has mentioned it.

“You still there?” Sutton asks.

“Yeah.”

Shehums. “Were you thinking about someone?”

“No.”Pfft. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I know how you are. You’re like—a bear. But you’re also mushy on the inside. So, whoever she is, I hope she isn’t someone who will use you.”

Use me?

Ha.

If only my sister knew I ate out the enemy’s sister.

Juliette Kennedy is not my type.

Too cheerful.

Too delicate.

Too damn sparkly.

I bet she says shit like “oh my stars!” and wears cardigans to the grocery store and has no idea what kind of man she let into her apartment. Thanks baristas by name. Tips delivery people.