She’s Not My Sister

With a roar, Kira grabbed the nearest thing she could find—a teacup, and flung it at Georgina. ‘Fuck!’ Georgina ducked, almost twisting her ankle. ‘Bitch! What are you doing?’ The teacup landed on the floor, shattered to pieces. Georgina, red in the face, stepped around the hospital bed and aimed straight for Kira. She’d tossed the fan aside. Her right hand was raised, ready to slap her half-sister. Kira sidestepped out of her range. She regretted throwing the cup. Not because of Georgina. The hospital bed was between her and Georgina. What if the cup had landed on her father? Despite the rage surging through her heart, Kira clenched her fists and resisted the urge to punch out. It was her father’s room. She didn’t want to make a scene here. But Georgina had no such concern. When her first attack failed, she growled and kicked out at Kira. Her stiletto heel stuck Kira on the left calf. ‘Ow!’ Kira’s knees almost gave out at the sharp stab of pain. Georgina grabbed Kira’s hair, hauled he