“I got you something,” she said, smile sugary. “Consider it a gift. I didn’t mean for things to get so… crazy. But everything’s fine now, right? We’re okay. Especially since my brother and I made up. That little incident actually helped us reconnect.”
I blinked.
Then I scoffed. “You mean the part where you split my skull open? That little incident?”
Bianca flinched—then immediately ducked behind Troy.
“Wait… is she going to hurt me again?” she whimpered. “Brother, I’m scared.”
Troy stood between us.
“No,” he said calmly. “She’s not.”
Then he turned to me, jaw clenched. “Apologize to her. Now.”
My chest constricted.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he snapped. “We already talked about this. You’re going to apologize. She’s shaken. She’s still scared. It’s the least you can do.”
I stared at him, blinking through the haze of disbelief.
“You want me to apologize,” I said slowly, “to the woman who assaulted me?”
“She’s my stepsister,” he said.
“I don’t care if she’s the queen of England.”
“She didn’t mean to hurt you. It was a misunderstanding. You provoked her by maxing out my card… and by not giving that dress when you can just let her have it.”