Bianca’s face twisted. “You bitch,” she spat. “You’re the reason Troy doesn’t talk to me anymore. Ever since he married you, he never visited me again, never looked at me the same way. You ruined our relationship! I should have said this before but I was thinking of my brother but I really hate you!”
I blinked. “So what? That’s not my fault he married me. You are just his stepsister.”
“It is your fault! You took him away from me!”
And before I could react, she yanked a stiletto off one of the display mannequins and swung.
The heel struck the side of my head. I stumbled, stunned. Warmth bloomed down my temple. I reached up—and my fingers came away red.
“Die!” she screamed as she hit me again and again. “Die! Die! Die!”
When I opened my eyes, everything hurt.
The ceiling above me was too white. The fluorescent light buzzed faintly overhead, pulsing against the pounding in my skull. I tried to move, but even turning my head sent a sharp wave of pain slicing through my scalp.
“Easy there,” a voice said.