Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 232

Chapter 232

KASMINE.

I hadn't even dropped the cup of coffee when a high-pitched, syrupy giggle broke the silence and nearly startled me into cardiac

arrest.

My body jerked so fast in the direction of the sound that the dizziness I'd been ignoring all morning slammed harder into my skull, turning my vision into a funhouse mirror. Fantastic. If the walls spun any harder, I might start levitating. Maybe it was finally time I stopped playing tough and visited the damn hospital. "Look who I get the pleasure of meeting all alone in the kitchen!"

Karina's voice was a little too loud and sweet, like poisoned honey and her expression? Pure sunshine with a chance of lunacy. Too abnormal to be this cheerful so early in the morning.

God. Was she high or something?

She had that glittery-eyed, overenthusiastic vibe of someone who'd either snorted something very illegal or returned from making a deal with the devil. Or maybe she was the devil. Who could tell with her?

Either way, I didn't have the energy for it.

I said nothing. Just dumped the mug into the sink like it had personally offended me and turned to leave.

Since she moved into the house, I'd done a good job of avoiding her.

The only time I'd actually seen her face was during the family dinner last night- and even then, I'd pretended like her entire existence didn't itch beneath my skin.

helped me stay away from her. I heard she was trouble, and Mum also told me everything she had done to Kester,

then because Kester already suffered from anger issues. So,

was a walking red flag in

never knew about all these. I mean... Yes,

on... They should have

a very nice way to greet your stepsister, you

She was

eyes. Nothing ever did. Those eyes were always scanning, and observing like a

it too early

the kitchen. My brain had filed her under irrelevant, and I was ready to go back

then her voice caught

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and venom. “You got

almost manic voice, and something in my stomach twisted so hard I nearly turned back to throw up in

in front

head was already pounding, and now she wanted to add herself to the list of

tapped against her bottom lip, mock-thoughtful, Иke a child pretending to think during

grin widened.

to try and escape through my ribcage. I swear, I could feel it racing toward the door, dragging my composure behind it like a dead

fast and breathless, hoping it wasn't

wicked twinkle in

had quite the fun with him, didn't