Chapter 200

Cecilia's pov It all happened so fast. But I'd dealt with her before. I remembered how she'd suddenly grabbed Sebastian that day, calling him "Pretty brother" and attempting to embrace him from behind. I'd seen the dangerous glint in her eyes when I'd denied being "bad," so when her hands shot out, my body reacted instinctively. I sidestepped, my muscles tensing as I moved just enough to avoid her grasp. Xenia's hands clutched at empty air. The momentum of her missed lunge sent her stumbling straight toward the polished tile floor. "Ahhh!" Her scream pierced the bustling mall atmosphere. Mrs. Locke lunged forward, desperately grabbing for her daughter's arm while simultaneously latching onto Amara for support. But Amara was too slight, too unprepared for the sudden weight. She shrieked as she was yanked forward, her designer heels skidding like stilettos on black ice. Seeing both women lurch toward the edge--and realizing I'd be dragged down too--I reached out and caught Xenia's other