Ryan gasped and placed his hands on Cleo’s wrist. He tried to pull Cleo’s hand away, but Cleo was stronger than him. He had the upphand only because Ryan was caught off guard. There was no reason for him to know Cleo would be related to Winter. They didn’t look alike at all and as cruel as Cleo was, Winter was nice. She didn’t act or resemble Cleo in personality or looks, but there was also a hardness to her that Ryan could only see now.
She pulled out Ryan’s knife. The blade met Cleo’s neck.
“Let him go.” Her voice mimicked Cleo’s though it lacked the conviction. She was good at pretending, but they all knew she was too soft to kill her own brother.
“Don’t kid me,” Cleo said lightly. But he loosened his grip on Ryan’s shirt.
Ryan fell back with a gasp. Winter rushed to his side, for
