Chapter 469: A Wish Come True
Marc blinked, staring at me like a dog trying to process thunder. I knew he was dumber than a bag of bricks, but the look on his face just confirmed it.
"...’Attie?" he grunted, his accent showing through with just that one word. With just my name.
There it was. Recognition, too late to matter. His jaw slackened as confusion warred with disbelief—and then he smirked at me. Looking me up and down, taking in the dress, the bare feet, the pigtails, all of it.
"You look... different," he smirked like giving me a compliment was something that I should swoon over.
My smile, in return was like a razor learning how to curve. If I could give anyone death by a thousand papercuts, it would be this Shit Stain. But given his list, I was starting to rethink my stance on it.
After all, I did grant wishes, right?
"You don’t," I purred, putting away the razors and stepping forward so that I was standing beside Tank. My man placed his hand against the small of my back as he continued to stare Shit Stain Number 1 down.
This was my house, and at the end of the day, as much as it wanted me to grant wishes, I knew it would protect me from all harm.
The boys didn’t speak. Didn’t so much as move a muscle as they waited for my reaction. They didn’t need to. They knew that when I got a good idea, there was going to be only one ending.
My stepbrother, of course, had no clue. He still saw me as the little girl he used to abuse simply to pass the time.
"I didn’t recognize you at first," he said, stepping forward like we were going to catch up over coffee and mutual trauma. "You’ve grown up. Filled out."