"Sylus, you can't just ask your sister to fly home to you!" my father yelled from the other side of the phone.
I winced, hating how loud he sounded. "Dad, Stacy will be returning home next week at the latest, and no one can change that. Either she comes and answers some fucking questions or she stays back there in Paris and faces the consequences."
Dammit, not only had she been the one who made the last article, exposing Harley as Amadeo's daughter, but she was also the one who made the very first one that got people wondering who Harley was to me, forcing us to go public.
I needed answers, I wanted her to tell me why she was shooting me in the foot. It made no sense. Stacy was my sister, why would she be doing this to me?
"Sylus, your sister is having an important exam in Paris. You can't expect her to do what you're asking of her."