"The rest of us are out, and we're all having fun. Care to join us?" Stacy, that's not even funny." Bethany informed her. "He's my little brother, for...fuck's sake." For the sake of fucking, who cares?" she growled. Tracy rolled off her back and began stalking me on all fours as well. I felt like I was in Africa, they way their eyes glinted as they moved in for the kill.Ever since they'd become Bethany's best friends a few years ago, I always had trouble telling them apart. But in name only. One. ”“It was Helen’s idea to have the party. Maybe you’re right.”“Anyway, that’s old news. What’s on.”“How do you not get real fat eating like that?”“I work out or run every day.”“Really?”“Really. I was a distance runner in college but got away from it when I started to show signs of an eating disorder. At one point I was down to 98 pounds.”“Wow, what are you now, if you don’t mind me asking?”“I was 136 last time I looked.”“136! My God, you must have looked like a skeleton at 98, because at 136 you. ” He rolled his shoulders. “So you’ve heard me speak? Know what I’m about?”“Yeah.”“So I am the last person to judge you for moving in with your sister. Though, I’m a little surprised you’re telling everyone that you’re related. You could easily just let people think you’re married. Less questions that way.”“We’re not like that.”“I didn’t say you were.” He glanced at me. “You’re wondering, aren’t you?”“Wondering what?”“Do I fuck my sisters.”I whistled. “You’re just upfront, aren’t you. You. Resigned, she stepped forward, coming alongside him. None of the others paid any attention to her, having grown used to her presence. She had already been called upon to service many of them at least once in the past few days, as there was little else to occupy the time of Duric's advisers until the battle came.Now she gazed at the map, where wood markers carved into shapes of tiny soldiers were arranged."Yollon is approaching from the west-southwest," Duric said to his advisers, pointing. "Not.