When the dark haired woman took up a brush and ran it through the seated woman’s hair the blonde flinched as if burned. The brunette smiled a wolfish grin but continued to gently brush out the blonde’s hair. She did this for a few minutes in absolute silence and then pulled the woman’s long tresses out of the way and scraped her nails along the blondes shoulder. A hiss escaped the woman’s lips, but nothing more.
“Come dear sister, is that anyway to greet me?” the dark haired woman said. She emphasized the word sister in a way that made it seem ironic.
“Half-sister. And only in law,” The blonde said. Her voice was tremulous and had a quality to it that invoked pity in Claire. The dark haired woman smiled and lowered her face to the blonde’s exposed shoulder where she gently traced her lip
