“I’ll just clean up all the messes,” I snapped. “That’s what I do, right?”

Harrison turned sharply to me. “Are you mad atmefor this?”

Was I? I didn’t know. I felt furious and out of control and shook with anger, and the remaining wine in my system blurred my rational thoughts. And all of the boiling inside me just shot out to the nearest victim. “You told me that it would be fine. You made me feel ridiculous for being worried.”

“How could I have possibly predicted that your selfish sister would lose track of an entire person?” He threw out an arm with anger I’d never seen from him.

“She didn’t know—”

“Don’t defend her. Not now.” He snapped his mouth shut, nostrils flaring, almost surprised at his own words. “There isn’t much light left. I have to go.”

I balled my fists, rage burning my eyes. Just before he walked out, he turned to say, “Eventually, you’re going to have to stop making excuses for her. Before somebody gets really hurt.”

I clenched my fists even tighter and closed my eyes. I wanted to throw something at the just-closed door. But he wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already know.