“Boys,” Athena groans. “Manners, please. Ophelia is going to be your sister.”
“Stepsister,” Ares corrects with heat in his eyes. “It’s not like she’s related to us.”
“That’s hardly the point,” Athena snaps at her oldest son before angling her body to look at me. “Sweetheart, we didn’t want you to find out this way. And your dad is right. I will never replace your mom.”
I shake my head in disgust. “Damn right, you won’t!”
“Ophelia,” Dad snaps, his eyes wide with anger. “Stop talking to my fiancée with such disrespect. We thought you’d be happy to have a family again.”
“Family?” I laugh in his face before looking at the three hot assholes on my couch. “Like I want them to be part of this family?”
“Aww, c’mon, sis.” Ares runs a hand through his silky black hair. “Don’t you want to get to know your big brothers?” He waggles his eyebrows at me. “We’re going to be family. And we like to share.”
Oh my God.
He glances at his brothers when he says the word share. Creepy grins tug at their mouths like they’re about to laugh at a private joke.
“I’m not your sis, bro.”
“See, I think she’s getting the hang of it,” Ares says to his brothers. “Our little sis is such a spitfire.”
