I look around the room, all too aware that my little fit of temper has soured the mood even further. “Let me get this straight,” I say, feeling rigid and far less fragile than I should. “You want me to get together with the bitches who lured me into getting kidnapped so we can…what? Plan a party? You’ve all lost your goddamn minds.” Rath gives me a long, snide glance. “You want to be treated like our Lady? Well, here it is, Sour Cherry. This is part of the job. Deal with it.”
