"First you tried to pin your mother's sins on Narelle's mother. Now you're pulling the same trick on Narelle herself." His voice dripped with contempt. "Did you really think I'd keep falling for your manipulations?"
I stared at him, unable to process what I was hearing.
The deepest, most guarded wound in my soul—and for Narelle's sake, he'd turned it into a blade without a moment's hesitation.
My hand flew up to slap him, but Sebastian caught my wrist and hurled me to the floor like garbage.
"Without my indulgence, Joy, do you really think you have the right to bare your claws at me?"
Narelle rushed over, pretending to help me up. But as she leaned close, her whisper was pure venom.
"You're just as stupid as your dead mother. Yes, I did it—but did you really think I'd hand you the evidence on a silver platter?"
"Your mother couldn't beat mine. And you'll never beat me."
Tears streamed down my face, numb and endless. Somewhere in the middle of crying, I started to laugh.
I lunged for the scissors on the nearby table and drove them toward Narelle.
Sebastian kicked them from my hand. His expression twisted with horror and disgust.
"Have you gone completely insane?"