“Walk faster.” I turn around and grab my older sister, Milly’s wrist and tug her down the long hallway.

“I’m coming, you lunatic. I don’t think this is a good idea, Addie.” Milly says for the hundredth time.

“Then why did you change into your workout clothes, pull your hair back and take off your earrings. I said we were going to cuss her out, not beat her ass.”

“I like to be prepared.” Milly says with a serious look on her face that, despite how angry I am, makes me laugh. After a few more steps, I realize Milly’s not walking anymore. I stop and see her standing in the hall, her lips pursed, her slant inwards over her narrowed eyes. I walk back to stand in front of her. She cups my cheek, her eyes turn wistful as they roam my face.

“I love you two so much. I wish I could protect you from everything.”

My big sister has got the fiercest heart and she loves so deeply.

“I know, Milly. I feel the same way.”

She smiles and drops her hand and we start walking again.

“I can’t stop seeing Lilly’s face. I want her to fucking pay.” She flexes her hands in and out of fists.

“Oh, Lord. And you’re cursing, too. This woman is in trouble. Thank God, her husband and kids aren’t here tonight.” I stop in front of Freya’s door and knock quietly. Let her think it’s someone friendly so she opens it quickly.

The door opens a crack, and she peers out of it. When she sees us, her eyes widen and she starts to close the door. Before I can react, Milly reaches out around me and shoves the door open so hard that it forces Freya back inside, and steps into the suite. She holds the door open and looks over her shoulder at me and says, “You coming, slow poke?” She says sardonically.

Oh shit. Milly looks murderous. I swallow hard, and wonder if I made a mistake bringing her along.

“What do you want?” Freya asks in a fearful whisper.

“What do you think we want?” Milly asks, her voice low, but her tone so cold, I shiver.

“I’m sorry. I was trying to help my brother.” Freya pleads.

“Were you? Or were you trying to help yourself? Because from what we can see, your brother loves our sister and what you didn’t do anything but hurt him.” Milly responds.

“I didn’t know.” Freya whispers, sad tears rolling down her face, but it only makes me angry.

“You knew. You just didn’t care.” I hiss at her.

She sobs and sits down on one of her plushly padded chairs, looking every inch the “the poor little rich girl who is only sorry because everyone’s mad at her.”

How pathetic. I look at Milly and she rolls her eyes in disgust.

“Look, what’d done is done. I just want you to know, that the woman you hurt has a heart of gold and has been through more in her life than you can ever imagine. The only reason I haven’t and won’t slap the fuck out of you is because you’re Harry’s sister, and Cara’s new sister in law, and maybe one day - if she’ll have him - you’ll be our Lilly’s, too. So, you need to know this. If you don’t like Lilly, you should keep that to yourself. You better not do anything but smile at her, and make her feel welcome.”

“Of course, I won’t. I’m going to apologize, I swear it. As soon as I get a chance, I’m going to say sorry.”

“You better. That’s my baby sister. Mine.” Milly thrust a thumb into her own chest. Her eyes are pools of molten gold, her anger is palpable. “The way you hurt her tonight…you deserve whatever’s coming your way.” Freya’s eyes widen but she doesn’t respond.

“If we ever, ever find out that you’ve made Lilly unhappy- made her cry, hurt her feelings, whatever. We’ll be back and teach you the lesson you clearly failed to learn from your first transgression. Please don’t make us do that.”

Freya’s dark eyes are wide. She’s staring at Milly in awe, more than fear and only nods.

She turns to look at me, the person who was supposed to be leading this mission and says,“Come on. We’re done.” And with twin narrow-eyed glares at the cowering Freya, we turn and leave.

“Not a good idea, huh, Milly?” I say as we walk down the hallways.

“She pissed me off.” Milly responds with a sideways glance at me. We high five and then go find our sister. It’s time to start making amends for all the ways we’ve let her down.