Me vs. My Sister's Plot Armor

I didn't care. I nearly died getting those rations—for my family.

Turns out, Willa had been handing them out behind my back. Just to hear a few thank-yous. Then she flipped it on me, said I never comforted her, never cared about her feelings. Claimed I was always breathing fire, scaring everyone off.

They ate my food, used my stuff, clung to me to stay alive.

But when things went south? They were the first to throw me under.

Whatever. Let Saint Willa deal with them.

***

Willa looked wrecked—just stood there like some sad statue.

Head tilted at the perfect angle, of course. Tears rolled down her flawless cheeks in slow motion.

Stubborn. Haloed. All tragic-heroine vibes without saying a word.

Red eyes. Pouty lips.

Total drama queen.

Made my flatbread taste amazing.

I kept chewing, soaking it in.

No wonder she was the female lead. Girl weaponized beauty.

The chat feed lit up:

[Wait, is the plot kinda off?]

["Kinda off"? It's in another galaxy.]

[Selene dipped without blinking—I nearly choked laughing.]

[What about the baby? Tristan's dead, Willa's alone—Selene's a monster.]

The bedroom door creaked.

Cough, cough.

Enzo staggered out, face burning with fever.

He clocked Miranda pocketing supplies but stayed quiet, dragging himself over to sit next to me.

"Don't be mad." He patted my head.

Then glanced at Willa—still crying like she trained for it—and sighed. "You two've been at it since forever. Isn't it time to stop? I heard everything. Don't talk to Willa like that. She's just... too nice. So nice it's stupid. You're the older one—can't you cut her some slack?"

He gave me that soft, pitying look like I was some brat who didn't know better.

I finished my flatbread, looked up. "Hm? When'd your hands come loose? Turn around."

I grabbed a rope and tied him back up quick.

"Whew. Close one."

Enzo had a sketchy little wound and a fever that wouldn't quit. For safety, he agreed to be tied up—just in case things went sideways.

Last time, I couldn't bring myself to restrain him. Locked him in my room instead.

Bad call. The bite was real.

He didn't turn zombie—ended up with a Power instead—but nothing's guaranteed now. I wasn't taking any chances.

"Selene, I know you're upset. I'm your boyfriend. I just want you to be happy. You care so much about Willa... and the baby. I'm scared you'll regret this."

Tch. What a buzzkill.

I smacked him. Hard.

His gold-rimmed glasses slipped sideways.

Then I gave his cheek a light pat. "Shut up, trash."

***

I dragged him back into the bedroom.

"Selene, untie me. Let's just talk." He flopped onto the bed, shirt bunched up, skin flushed and sweaty.

"Enzo." I brushed his face. "You're dying or what?"