I stared straight at Curtis, waiting for him to say something. To correct this. To tell the truth.
"Willow, stop making a scene. I'll explain everything later."
I hadn't said a single word. Not one. And somehow, in his eyes, I was the one causing trouble.
A bitter laugh escaped me. My hand shot up before I could think.
But Lena moved faster. She stepped right into the path of my palm, and the slap landed squarely across her cheek.
She staggered, the left side of her face already swelling red.
Curtis lunged forward. Without hesitation, without even looking at me, he shoved me to the ground. His eyes were ice.
"You're the bastard child of a homewrecker. What gives you the right to lay a hand on anyone?"
Lena lifted her chin, triumph barely concealed behind her wounded expression.
"Your mother was the other woman. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? And now here you are, trying to steal my Curtis."
"Oh, wait. I almost forgot." She tilted her head, feigning surprise. "Didn't I hear that you seduced your own stepbrother when you were just a girl? How depraved."
My entire body shook. I turned to Curtis, searching his face for something. Shock. Denial. Anything.
There was nothing.