Catherine's POV
For a moment, I truly believed I was going to make it out of the kitchen without collapsing. My legs were shaking, my throat felt raw, but I was still holding myself together.
Until Sasha spoke again. "Running off so soon?" Her voice dripped with mock sweetness.
My spine stiffened. I didn't turn around, but I didn't move forward either.
Lucy's laugh followed. "Aww, not so fast. We were starting to have fun."
I finally turned around and saw the vicious look they had on their faces.
Lucy stepped forward first and crossed her arms. "You know, it's funny how you made Sasha and me hate each other."
"This bitch thought she was smart," Sasha drawled. "Well, we beat her at her own game."
I swallowed, my fingers squeezing my shirt. "What do you both want? To have Julian to yourselves?"
Sasha's smile widened into something feral. "Exactly."
