He was stronger than she was, by plenty, and especially now, and his push was enough to get her to hit the bed again, where she glared up at him. "That's bullshit!" She pushed her messy hair out of her face, unable to believe the levels of hate that were coursing through her veins. "You can't guilt me into behaving with threats to my friends and claim it's my fault. I'm not the one doing anything to them, that's all you, oh law-abiding good guy that you are, telling one victim that they hold the fate of another when you're the one with the keys."