Nefretiri
I finally gave my brother a bar of chocolate, but it wasn't my caramel.
He'd begged, growled, and even nipped at my hand, but I'd refused, even under my father's powerful command. I don't know why it'd been so important to refuse, even though I'd originally intended to give him some once he stopped begging, but Dylan felt the same way. The more Jai ordered, the more we refused, and I got the feeling it was something we'd done several times. The craziest part? We knew Jai was pushing for us to fight more.
