“Wait. Wai-wai-wait a minute.” Jasher patted the air. “What are you talking about?”
“What are you talking about, Jasher?” Tyanne’s eyes bulged. “Please don’t tell me you know what a Quennelle is doing in Mendon. Unless you’re treating him for a fatal disease, I don’t want to know about it. No matter what your mom hinted about to Tate. I refuse to believe you’d do something that low to me, your own cousin.”
“Then you don’t want to know.” Jasher was shaking his head, and Sage—well, Sage was just shaking.
Family fights were definitely not her thing.
“I, for one, want to know,” growled Tate. “In fact, I need to know, Jasher. You have dealings with Zephyr Quennelle?”
“What’s going on, Jasher?” Sage’s chest was clenching and unclenching so hard it was like she was getting a heart massage. “I’m so sorry if I brought up a painful topic.”
But it was only going to get more painful. Much more painful.