Reese dodged to the side and grabbed Jane’s wrist, her voice low and steady. “I’m warning you, keep your hands to yourself.”
“Ow! Reese, are you out of your mind?” Jane yelped, twisting in pain as she looked over at Sebastian. “Sebastian! Are you seeing this? She’s manhandling me!”
“That’s enough!” Sebastian stepped forward. Before Reese could react, he snatched her arm. “Reese, this isn’t the place for your drama.”
“My drama?” Reese tried to pull her arm free, but his grip was like steel. “Sebastian, she started it. Are you really not seeing what’s happening?”
Sebastian’s eyes were cold, just like she remembered all those years ago. “She’s my mother. No matter what, you don’t get to talk back to her.”
Reese couldn’t help but feel how ridiculous this all was.
Jane had blamed her out of nowhere, accused her of killing Mr. Ratcliff, shoved her around, and tried to hit her more than once. Sebastian didn’t even flinch. But the second Reese defended herself and grabbed Jane’s wrist, suddenly he was leaping to his mother’s rescue.
How touching!
Sebastian caught the icy look Reese shot him, but the thought of the pendant just made him want to laugh. If Reese was going to treat his feelings like nothing, why should he bother being nice? Just fight it out then. No one deserved to win.
“Let go,” he bit out, tightening his hold. Reese winced from the pain and finally let go of Jane.
Jane yanked her hand free, and before Reese could move, Jane slapped her hard across the face.
Heat bloomed instantly on Reese’s cheek. Her eyes turned to ice.

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