Chapter 81

I tilted my head and giggled. “His name is Soren Kenway! sounds… like the coolest name ever, right? You don’t know him… Don’t know him… He’s… very low–key… Very mysterious…”

“Interesting. I happen to know that guy.” The man smiled and rose to his feet, lifting me by the arm. “Come on. I’ll get you home.”

“Who? You? Why? Did Jean send you? Man, how much money did she spend hiring you boys? You’re late, though. Very… late… Party’s over, pall”

“I wasn’t hired by Miss Valentine.”

“Then… who?”

His phone rang. With his free hand, he answered it. “Hello, are you sure you’re not drunk? Sure? Who are you leaving with?

“Alright. Understood. Yes. I found her.”

My brain was too foggy from the alcohol to piece anything together. I didn’t notice anything odd in his conversation…

My knees buckled, and I couldn’t lift my feet. I could only lean against his body for support as he tried to help walk.

We hardly made it more than a few steps before he stopped.

in a fugue state.

me. I’ll drive her home,” someone said.

to see is you, I’m afraid. Please, allow

“We’re married.”

me

middle of

“Michael?”

the man kept moving forward, dragging me along

the club after Alex’s Butter Attack. He’d been waiting outside, worried, and wanted to make sure I got

me into a very comfy car. I opened my eyes slightly and saw

like some

I nodded groggily.

an upscale brand, opened the cap, and handed

cool liquid eased the burning inside me a little.

muttered, “You look so much like him,

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Chapter 51

told you. Jean Valentine

sucks, too. You’re not as good as

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