“Nothing but good to me?” I repeated, pushing myself to stand. “Are you really this blind, Kelvin? Or do you just enjoy playing along with her little act?”
“Lucille, don’t start,” he snapped, folding his arms. “You’ve caused enough trouble tonight!”
I let out a hollow laugh. “Oh, I’m causing trouble? I’m the one causing trouble?” I shook my head, looking from him to her. “Patricia knows exactly what she’s doing, and you’re letting her. But you know what? I don’t care anymore.”
Kelvin’s gaze darkened, his voice cold. “Apologize to Patricia. Now. On your knees.”
“Apologize? To her? Wow. Why would I?”
Without another word, Kelvin’s hand shot out, gripping my arm in an iron hold. He yanked me forward, dragging me toward Patricia. I stumbled, struggling to keep my balance, but he didn’t loosen his grip.
“You’re going to do it,” he snarled, pulling me right in front of her. “And you’re going to mean it.”
I glared at Patricia, who was smirking through her crocodile tears. Her satisfaction made my stomach churn, but I swallowed hard, refusing to let them see me break.
“Apologize!” Kelvin ordered, his grip tightening painfully on my arm.