She grinned evilly, going back to her normal self. “You wish me to be nice to her?” It was a loaded question to the extreme. Gabrielle moved to lie beside Fleur. “I could be really nice to her,” she purred. “But I think you would be jealous, non?”
“Non, non. You can’t. Stay with me…” Gabrielle clung to her sister like she did when she would crawl into Fleur’s bed during thunderstorms.