(Kael POV)
"Margie!" my mother exclaimed.
Margie turned and glared at my mother. "Are you okay with your son talking to us like that, Jane? Are you okay with him talking that way about Stephanie?!"
"No, of course not, Margie. But you cannot just slap him!"
"I can't?" Margie asked sarcastically.
My mother did not say anything. She just looked down.
Once again—wow. They really are dropping all pretenses now. If I was not so angry, I would find it quite fascinating to watch.
Margie turned back to me. "I will ask you one more time, Kael. Where were you last night? And be specific," she demanded.
"Why do you care so much, Margie? Are you scared that Sheila, your substitute Stephanie, isn't really pregnant? Would it make you feel better if I went ahead and f**ked her in front of you, right here in this sitting room, just to be safe?"
Margie lifted her hand to slap me again. I lifted my hands in mock surrender.
