POV: JASMINE
She raised a brow as if I'd just asked her what the meaning of life was. Then she sighed and set the glass down with an exaggerated clink against the countertop.
"Why are you so obsessed with this particular topic?" she said, cocking her head like a condescending therapist. Come on, little sis."
The nickname dripped like acid.
"We have a thousand other things to catch up on. Like—oh, I don't know–life? Love? How you've grown into such a curious little woman." She raised her brows dramatically, "I mean… Why repeat one conversation when there are so many others worth exploring?"
That's it. I was done. "You can go to hell," I hissed, pushing off the counter and heading for the door.
Let her rot in her own poison. Let her talk in circles and play her little mind games with someone else. I was done.
I stood up and was already walking toward the door when she said something that made my legs freeze.
