Regret Came Too Late

Grace's mind snapped back to the drink she had. Still, pulling off something like that at an event this size required precision.

She swept her gaze across the room and quickly spotted someone familiar- Yancey.

He headed toward her the second their eyes met.

"What's wrong, Grace? Are you okay?"

She tried to answer, but the heat slammed into her again-sharp, unbearable, like ants crawling all over her skin.

It wasn't just a surface itch—it felt like it was rising from her bones, deep and maddening. Scratching barely helped.

She averted her gaze and gave a slight shake of her head.

Too many familiar eyes were here tonight. If they saw her clinging to Yancey, they would only revive the old whispers that she was still hopelessly in love with him.

She instinctively turned to leave, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

But Yancey caught her wrist.

"Grace, seriously, what's going on? If you're not okay, I'll take you home."

Her vision was already swimming. There was no point trying to explain.

Right now, all she wanted was for someone to hold her. The drug was wreaking havoc on her.

Yancey moved closer, but Grace shoved him hard.

near me," she

back, clearly caught off guard

seemed to die, the moment they got near each other, all eyes would turn

was watching,

at the brink

to smash it on the floor and grab a

and blurted, "I'll take

He leaned in again.

was out of control now, and she

more.

flickered twice, and the

heavy crash rang out, followed by the sound of glass breaking. It had to

toward the

bet

Whispers started. People

to figure

vels

happened.

SV

felt someone near her.

without thinking, she leaned

person paused, then slipped an arm around her waist and quickly steered

happened in under 30

back on, Grace

expression darkening. Whoever