I stood still, eyes cold as stone. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, voice dripping venom. "I know you liked Hendrix too. Watching the man you gave up for your sister fell in love with me—it must burn, doesn't it?"
"But too bad. I'm pregnant again. Hendrix and I are getting married soon. Your little circus act ends here."
Then her expression darkened, voice sharp as glass.
"Vienna, if you dare touch me, you'll die for it."
She suddenly slapped herself several times, tore her own dress, and collapsed to the ground sobbing.
"Miss Wilson, I never offended you! Why are you doing this to me?"
"Leila tried to kill me five years ago—I forgave her! What more do you want from me?"
"Please, just let me live. I don't want anything anymore... I just want to live!"
I reflexively drew a dagger to strike.
A shadow lunged from behind and slammed a foot into my chest, sending me flying ten meters. I crashed into the wall hard and staggered to my feet, meeting Hendrix's cold, furious gaze.
"I told you—don't touch Cassidy!" he barked.
"Leila's death had nothing to do with her. She brought it on herself!"