If it were any other person, Saffron might have yielded. But since it was her older sister? “Never!” She cried, having calmed down from thrashing about, though still twitching as Tess continued to poke her. Where was Declan when she needed him to intervene?

“Your hair looks like a billywig tried to make a nest out of it.” She shot back weakly, her sides aching from laughing. When it came to torturing siblings Saffron never ran out of methods to jab at them in her own way.