"She was parading around with Bernard Delgado at that banquet tonight—do you have any idea how humiliating that was for you?"
"You can't let her think she can walk all over you."
Barret's expression hardened in an instant, cold as stone.
"Maggie, I've laid out my terms. Take them or leave them."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Grandma couldn't wait.
I drew a deep breath.
"Fine. I agree."
I turned to Queenie and closed my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I was wrong before. Please forgive me."
The words tasted like ash. I reached for the cold storage case.
Queenie's lips curled into a vicious smile.
Her wrist flicked.
"Oops."
The case hit the floor.
A sharp, crystalline crack split the air.
The liquid medication splashed across the tile in a mess of glass shards and serum.
Queenie pressed a hand to her mouth and stepped back, the picture of innocence.
"Sorry, Maggie. My hand slipped."
A deafening buzz filled my skull. My entire body locked in place.
Barret didn't blame Queenie. Instead, he pulled her into his arms.
"Why are you glaring at her like that? You're scaring her!"
"It broke, so what? I'll send someone to buy more from out of town. It's not a big deal!"
The door burst open.
A doctor rushed in.