Chapter 139 As Possible

• The rain drummed against the high arched windows of the fourth-floor study lounge in a constant, unrelenting rhythm, yet Quin barely paid it any attention as her mind was preoccupied by the pharmacology notes shining on the laptop screen. Her thumb was hovering over two different message threads on her phone at the same time.
• One of those messages was from Cole, Leaving the studio around eight. I took that red blend you liked. My place?
• The second message was from Liam and had been sent twenty minutes prior, Harrison let us off early. Can I pick you up outside your building at nine? Wear something nice for dim bar lighting.