“Dad always wanted a son,” I volley back. “And look, now he has three.”
He scoffs as though he’s offended to be called Baron Elliott’s son. “Sparrow gives them until the end of the year.” He grins at me, wolfish and terrifying. “Then Mom will destroy him just like her last three husbands.”
Dr. Amanda Mannford or Manda the Maneater as I like to call her in my head—serial divorcee.
Anger swells up inside me, and it takes everything in me not to go off on him. I hate Scout because he’s such a shit starter. Dad asked me to get along with Manda, which I try, but my three stepbrothers are another story entirely. They’re all three bordering on psychotic, especially Scout.
“Dad says it’s true love,” I taunt. “Maybe they’ll even have an oops baby together.”
His dark eyes flash with cruelty. “She doesn’t love him, and she barely tolerates you. Besides, we were test tube babies. Mom can’t get pregnant the old-fashioned way.”
“Whatever,” I grumble. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
He runs his knuckle up and down my spine, making me shiver from the touch. “Nah. I’m on babysitting duty today.”
I snap my attention his way, glowering at him. In another world, I’d find someone like Scout attractive. Tall, muscular, chiseled jaw. His black hair and fair skin make him look like a vampire. I always got a thrill from the dark, dangerous types. But there’s just something completely wrong with the Terror Triplets. They’re missing some key elements most humans have. In the three months I’ve lived with them, I’ve watched them make maids cry, destroy property for fun, and fuck more girls than humanly possible.
“You’re still in high school,” I spit out. “I’m off to college. I don’t need babysitting.”
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