“What do you want with my sister,” I hissed as soon as the door closed. He smiled, amused.
“Why do you care? It’s not like you too actually like each other. You’re opposites. She may always hope that you’d like her, but we both know that it’s not going to happen,” he said, still smiling. I wanted to smack it off his face.
“You’re wrong. We may be opposites, but we still love each other. You may not know this, but I was born just a little bit before her. So she’s my little sister. Now tell me what you want with my little sister,” I said, putting as much venom in my voice as I could. If he was scared, it didn’t show.
“Why wouldn’t I want her?” he countered, amused with his game.
“Because you don’t even like her type. You hate goodness and sweetness. You like the dark, not the light,” I hissed.
“That’s why you chose me. All those years ago,” I said quietly.