Hannah's POV
"Why am I sleeping in your room tonight?" I inquire of Tina, who is grimacing while making the bed. She seems reluctant, like she was coerced into this arrangement. Apparently, Daddy is behind it.
She ignores me and, upon finishing making the bed, flops onto it and pulls the duvet over her head, avoiding me entirely. I'm puzzled as to why our father insisted we share the same bedroom, especially after the incident in the kitchen where I nearly subdued her. You'd think he would want us far apart to prevent further conflict.
Filled with frustration and eager to share it with her, I yank the duvet off her, leaving her stunned in her pajamas.
"Hannah!" She yells, her nose wrinkled and mouth open, breathing heavily. "Don't test my patience!"
Ah, there's the fiery witch I remem
