Before I could finish, Blake wrenched his wrist free.
The silk scarf tore with a sharp snap.
In the next breath, his arm closed around my waist. He lifted me out of the tub and shoved me back against the bathroom wall hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs.
He loomed over me, one hand braced beside my head and the torn end of the scarf hanging from his other fist.
"Pretend you're her?"
His eyes locked on mine, and his voice dropped to something low and cruel.
"You think you could ever take her place?"
The words hurt worse than the wall.
Pain throbbed at the back of my head, and tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them. I bit down on my lip so hard that I tasted blood.
"You're right," I said, and my voice shook so badly that it barely sounded like mine. "I don't."
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