Chapter 51 By The
- Leah
- He leaned against the balcony rail, a cigratte glowing between his fingers, smoke curling into the night. His eyes never left me.
- A moment ago, I had shoved him off me, and without a word, he had slipped out of bed, lit up a cigarette, and stepped outside. Storm had appeared briefly, placing a bottle of whiskey on the small table before vanishing again.