“You say that now!” Gabrielle replied angrily. She wanted to believe Fleur. She trusted her sister more than anyone, but she was desperately afraid. “But what about when she wants to be your mate and live with you? What zhen?” She would never be able to be with her sister again unless they were to sneak about like they were doing something wrong. They weren’t!
She felt a mix of joy, satisfaction, guilt and sadness as Fleur looked at her. Gabrielle shrugged impotently. “She does not like you very much,” she admitted with a shrug. “But, she is just jealous, we talked about zhat, non?”
“Zhat one wants you, I know it,” Gabrielle sighed. “Zhe was thinking of you while I held ‘er under my skirt.” She looked at Fleur challengingly. “You think zhat she means anything to me? I do not love ‘er. I would never abandon you for ‘er!”
A tear rolled down Gabrielle’s cheek as she stared at Fleur. Like a child, she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands.
She had liked it when Fleur had called her “Gabby” like she had when they were younger. Forgetting all that was going on and thinking of that would have been blissful. Sadly, Gabrielle could not manage it.