Her brows snapped down and her spine straightened, a purely reflexive response. "You don't have to be so mean about it," she snapped right back. "It's not our house. Would you tolerate some fucked up kids just dropping in and making your life miserable? I didn't think so."

Blue jerked back to her feet, stomping back to her window seat and staring unseeing outside. "A trip to some farm in Montana isn't going to fix this," she stated flatly. "No matter what you and Owen might think." Her lip curled with her soft snarl. "There's no way to 'fix me'." She shot Omega a look filled with frustrated hopelessness.

"Don't you think I would have done it by now?"