Audrey's POV
The sheer, breathtaking hypocrisy of it slammed into me. The tension in my stomach turned to molten anger.
"Apologize?" I repeated, my voice dangerously calm. "Let me get this straight. I should apologize to Spike because he thinks with his dick? Because he organizes secret orgies with my bridal party? Because he has the libido of a rabbit on heat and the loyalty of a stray cat? I should be grateful he was willing to marry someone he likely would have given an STI to—if those exist here—and just looked the other way?"
My mother's face flushed with outrage. "Audrey! Your language—!"
"No," I cut her off, my gaze not leaving hers. "The only thing I did was turn on the lights in a room full of roaches. I showed the world the actual character he is. And I'm the one to blame?"
