Chapter 90 Ninety
- Anna
- This is what I needed. Alcohol, too, but I can survive a few more weeks without it as long as my friends are here to help me escape in other ways. Like letting the music drown out all my intrusive thoughts.
- Someone's hands start rubbing my hips. They're not Viktor's. I turn around to tell him off, but the strange guy is too close and tightening his grip too hard.