I was furious.
But that didn't give Ashley the right to tell me what to do. If she weren't a woman — or Vivian's sister — I wouldn't have been so restrained. I wouldn't have let her spit her threats in my face.
"Ashley," I said, my voice low and sharp, "you have no right to comment on my bond with Vivian. This is the last warning. If you target her again, I'll make you regret it."
She huffed defiantly. "I'm protecting my bond and my mate! If Vivian tries to take him again, I'll haunt her even beyond the grave!"
When she spoke, I saw fear flash in her eyes. Good. She added quickly, "Forget it, Finnick. I've said my piece. I hope the two of you will be happy. Goodbye."
She turned to leave, but paused at the door. Quietly, she muttered, "Do you think Vivian really loves you, Finnick?"
Then she was gone, leaving me with nothing but the weight of her words.
