My pulse quivered with anger. “I can’t believe this. The world’s gone fucking mad.” I should’ve left the room then, but my fury continued to rise. “So, everything gets swept under the rug? Great. What an amazing message to send out.”
“I understand your frustrations,” Erin tried.
I slammed a fist on the table and jumped to my feet. “No, you don’t. You really don’t. He almost sold us down the river. He’s the enemy. Who’s to say he won’t try again? How can we trust him? How can anyone around this table think he has our best interests at heart?”
Silence, so I rolled on with my rant.
“The next batch of glamouring potions could be spiked.”
No one said anything. Spiked glamour was a possibility. After all, the High Coven developed it, and set up a weekly delivery schedule for us. We didn’t know what went into the cotton candy flavored stuff,but what choice did we have? If we didn’t drink it, we risked exposure.
Ugh.
I barreled on with another ramble. “What if Marcus becomes too much for us to handle and the only way to move forward is to make a deal with him? Will you go along with it?” I fixed my gaze to Erin.
“Sit down,” Ollie warned me.
“No!” I snapped. “This is bullshit. I’m not working for the so-called greater good with that prick in charge.” I folded my arms, in full glowering mode.
Oh, shit. What a way to make myself look super petulant. But what was with this hot mess?
“Please sit down,” Erin said, the epitome of calm, despite the glints of anger in her eyes.
But I’d crossed the road to the angrier sidewalk, and I had to see it through. “No. I’m too angry to sit.”
Riley took my hand. “Easy there.”
It didn’t help. “There’s nothing easy about any of this.”
“What are you going to do?” Ollie responded. “Quit? Storm out in a huff like the last time?” He got to his feet, meeting me with a hard stare.
So much for getting me hot and bothered this morning. Now I wanted to give him the verbal smackdown.
Riley squeezed my hand, every set of eyes in the dining room boring into me. Embarrassment joined my anger, making my face burn.
“Everything we do here is in your best interest,” Ollie said, his arms as tightly folded as mine.
My eyes narrowed. “I’ve heard that before.”
“Let’s take a breath,” Erin interjected.
I ignored her, my attention fixed on her son. “Stefan spouted the same shit and look what happened there.”
Ollie’s nostrils flared. “Stop acting like a brat.”
Oh, no he did not! “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Who do you think you are?”
I didn’t have a verbal response, only a scowl and a heated face.
“Having a crappy attitude about this isn’t helpful,” he threw out.
“Neither is sleeping with the enemy.”
We stared at each other for long beats, frustration like a field of electricity between us.
What happens now?
