Rachel's unrestrained anger slammed into Ghet. Without Y'Roden to ground her, she flared like a pitch-dipped torch. She'd warded the Green Heart, and the Silver Dryad, but she'd never warded Riker's.
She got to her feet, crackling with rage, and managed to hold herself back for Helen to get her say. "Rachel. Are we going to play Moral High Ground? Because I'll warn you, the prizes suck. For instance, where were you when your husband did his nut and tried to murder your son? Who would you like to blame that on? Because fuck me, but it looks like your fault."
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