"I swear, I could disembowel that bitch and not blink an eye about it," Khloë practically growled. "I don't know how anyone can just stand there and treat their own daughter like she's a perfect stranger."
Harper moved to sit by Khloë and curled an arm around her. Her cousin's parents were fabulous; worshipped the ground their children walked on. Khloë knew from experience what a real parent was. She genuinely couldn't understand how Carla could have abandoned Harper.
"She's not important, Khloë."
"That doesn't mean I can't visualize ramming a chicken wing up her ass."
Harper smiled. "No, it doesn't."
"How about we get out of here?" proposed Raini.
Devon rose to her feet. "Great idea. I'm done and –
"Stop sniffing me!"
