Against the dark backdrop of the gothic city, my sister's golden eyes glowed like firelight in the night.
She flashed her signature smirk — the one that always suggested she believed she was the superior twin.
Her tied-up hair swayed with every step as she walked toward me, stopping just inches away.
Then that smirk deepened.
"You're not heading back to the castle, are you? Seriously, you've always been like this. Even when we used to visit Central, you'd hole yourself up in the Monarch's mansion. I've told you a hundred times… that behavior is not healthy."
I gave her a flat look.
"Oh, really? I wonder why I did that. Certainly not because every time I went outside with you, you made it your mission to verbally abuse me until I started crying."
An amused glint flickered in her eyes.
"That's slander," she said airily, waving a hand. "I never verbally abused you. I just described your personality accurately. Loudly. In public. With colorful metaphors."
