Chapter 122 Scotch, Whiskey And Threats
- Castle.
- The walk back to my wing felt longer than usual. By the time I pushed open the double doors to my living room, the silence hit me like a hammer.
- I sank into the leather chair, elbows braced on my knees, staring at nothing. My brain wouldn’t stop replaying it—the name flashing on Angel’s phone, the ridiculous little hearts after it.