Rage burns like flames inside of me, and it’s only Misty’s cool grasp on my wrist that’s keeping me sane. “Apologize.” Mother’s staring at Misty, mouth agape, eyes wide in shock, before her expression twists into disgust. “I hope it’s temporary.” “You would hope that,” I say tightly, every muscle tensing to keep myself in place. She may be my mother, but she’s walking a razor-thin line. I tuck Misty into my side, moving between her and my mother, and lean forward to loom over her. My voice is cold as death when I command, “You will treat her with respect.”
Dats a man right there
