I had just made myself look stupid again.
Daniel raised his eyebrow. He picked up an empty glass, filled it with red wine, then held it next to Callan’s face.
“Drink up.”
“No, no…” Callan was scared. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I—”
Daniel grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open. He poured the drink down Callan’s throat.
He did this three more times until Callan started throwing up.
Daniel stood up and wiped his hands on a tissue Zarelle gave him.
“Now we can go, babe.”
I could only stand there and watch them leave. I had no right to stop her, even though I wanted to very badly.
Her words were still ringing in my ears. “Treated like a slave by your mother and sister.”
I looked at Callan, who was sweating and tearing off his own clothes. The drug was making him a
