The heel of his hand cracks against the bridge of her nose hard in the process and heat pools between her eyes, almost unnoticed in the shock of being shoved so hard she nearly falls over, saved only by throwing one arm out and catching herself on the edge of a table.

Gathering her balance, swearing thickly, Abby stays right where she is. There's a bad taste in her mouth like pennies and she knows instinctively what that means. Unfair anger surges in her.

It's not Barrow's fault, he's out of his mind, but she still shouts, "If you don't fucking stop, I'll have to make you!"