The cold, nauseating sensation of being helpless washes over me and makes me shake. How dare they? Who do they think they are?

Before I can click on the second icon, the lid to the laptop snaps shut, and suddenly I’m face-to-face with none other than Nix himself. “Bad girl.”

“I…” Shit. How the hell am I getting out of this?

“What? Snooping through my brother’s shit or just strolling down memory lane, thinking about getting off to the memory of having my dick in your mouth?”

“No, no, that’s not what I want,” I somehow whisper, even though I’m close to hyperventilating.

“Don’t you know what happens to little girls who can’t keep their hands off other people’s things?”

Not only is he here—in my face and obviously bitter—but he’s also drunk. I smell it on him, on his breath. Even his sweat sends the scent of alcohol wafting my way. His speech is a little slurred, but his eyes are sharp when they narrow on me. “What are we going to do with you? You little snoop. Can’t be trusted home alone.”

“I was only—” Anything I might have offered to defend myself melts away when I swivel around in the chair to find Colt standing in the bedroom doorway.

And not only Colt, either. “You never know when to give up, do you?” Deborah demands, disgust dripping from her voice. “It’s like you’re begging for everybody to hate you. Maybe you have a mental problem or something.”

They’re all drunk; that much is obvious. She’s leaning against the wall for support while Colt looks as sloppy as I’ve ever seen him. They must have done a lot of hard drinking, very fast. It hasn’t been all that long since I left the reception.

“Fine, you caught me. I just wanted to see if there was anything you guys had on me—and I see there is,” I add, my voice shaking in spite of my attempts to sound strong. “It’s disgusting what you have there. How can you live with yourselves?”

“Oh, now she’s all high and mighty,” Deborah announces with a laugh. “But then she’s used to that. Always thinking her shit didn’t stink.”

“Not so fast.” Colt stops me before I can escape, locking an arm around my waist and pulling me away from the door so Nix can close, then stand in front of it. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I’m going to be sick. These are the last three people in the world I need to be alone with. “Please, I was only trying to—”