Chapter 76
Adrian Neta
I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a long swallow of whiskey, the city lights glittering outside the hotel window like they're mocking me. For all their brilliance, they don't warm a damn thing inside me tonight.
The door clicks open and shut, and Austin comes in. His stride is sharp, impatient. He pours himself a drink before even answering.
"How is she?" I ask, not turning yet.
"She's fine," he says, clipped.
"Yeah," I murmur, lifting my glass again.
Austin bristles, fists tightening around his drink. "A little heartless, don't you think? That reaction."
I finally look at him. "What? She wasn't even hurt physically." I brush it off, waving my glass.
"She almost killed Allison!" he snaps, voice cracking with fury.
