Chapter 52 Fifty Two

• ISABELLA POV
• It was hard not to think about the loads of alcohol I’d downed down my system. Why did Lucas have to come back now, after all this while? I didn’t want to see him or be reminded of the mission. Granted, it is compulsory, but still. I didn’t like that he held that much power over what I needed to do.
• I tossed and tossed in my bed, and then stood up. My steps were unsteady with the alcohol I’d taken, but somehow that wasn’t enough. I went to the bar and brought out a half-unfinished bottle, and then cocked it open. I was halfway through it when I heard a chuckle.