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“So, don’t, maybe?” I venture, resting a hand on my hip. “He’s more than old enough to make his own decisions, right?”
She does a double take, her bleach-blond hair whipping against her shoulder.
Then she’s all wild-eyed lightning, lunging for my face, chasing me back against the wall.
Holy crap!
My instinct is to slap her, but honestly, I’m too freaked that this is even happening.
I shove my back against the wall just as she pinches my shoulder, digging her fingers in until I yelp.
“Ow! What do you think you’re—”
“Are you twofucking,missy?Is that why he came back? Because it certainly wasn’t for his dear old mom. Somewhere along the line, my beautiful son stopped giving a single shit about me.”
I’m speechless.
All I can do is shake my head until I’m dizzy.
But she won’t let go.
Her fingers press into bone as she gives me this violent, almost jealous look.
Yikes, what now?
It happens like a gunshot.
I don’t mean to hit her—but my hand flies up, all cold reflex, impacting her cheek so hard her head whips to the side.
Oh, crap.
Oh, crap.
Evie staggers back a few paces, her fingers trembling as she lays them against her burning jawline. She blinks several times before her eyes land on me again, flaring with hatred.
“What the hell iswrongwith you?” I shout, what little control I had left gone. “He’s my stepbrother. Nothing happened between us, and nothing ever will. I just wanted to talk and get to know him. We’refriends.”
I mean, that’s an exaggeration so huge it’s a lie right now, but I’m past caring.
When you’re dealing with a crazy lady you no longer recognize from the vacant look in her eyes, you’d be surprised how fast survival kicks in and makes you say things you shouldn’t.
I study her, searching for signs of anything else that might explain this outburst.
Is she back on drugs?
Is this some kind of mental episode?
If all the crap I’ve read about her in the blogs and tabloids is true—not to mention Chris’ personal nightmare—there’s no telling what’s wrong with her.
“Watch your step, little missy,” she snaps, pointing a shaky finger at me like a dagger. “I’m watching you, Cordelia. Iwon’tlet you screw up this family. I’ve worked too hard to get here, and I’m so fucking close to having it all fixed. Don’t try to take me for a fool.”
I don’t even know what that means.
And I don’t get a chance to find out as the door bangs lightly against the wall.
Dad stands there like he’s expecting a group hug, awkwardly oblivious to what just went down.
Ugh.
