"Of course not." Blake pulled her closer, grinding his cigarette into the ashtray as though the answer were obvious. "Tessa, I'd like to help you, but you went too far. Do what Fiona says. Once she's not angry anymore, you can make amends."
I nodded calmly.
Pressing one hand against my abdomen, where the pain twisted like a blade, I reached past the glasses and picked up the full decanter. "A few drinks aren't enough to make amends. I'll finish the bottle."
When the empty decanter hit the floor, I couldn't hold it back. Blood sprayed from my mouth, spattering the tile. My legs gave out and I crumpled to the ground.
Fiona recoiled several steps in disgust. "Miss Sullivan, it was just one bottle. Did you really have to break out the fake blood?"
Blake bought it. His brow creased with irritation. "Enough. How long are you going to keep up the act? Fiona's been more than generous with you. Stop embarrassing yourself and get up."
I didn't speak. I just lifted my head and looked at him.
The woman closest to me suddenly screamed.
"Blood! There's blood all over her pants. She's... oh God, she's having a miscarriage..."