Quaid's grip was so strong and insistent I didn't manage to pull myself free until we reached the kitchen. I finally used magic to wrench myself from his grip, turning on him with a vicious snarl.

"Don't ever touch me again." I could finally let my fury out. He needed to know just how little I thought of him and his precious family. "Ever."

"You're embarrassing yourself," he snapped. "Get it together."

Oh no he didn't. I was embarrassing myself? Really. "Maybe ...