Chapter 260

• Della’s POV
• My eyes narrowed as I watched Mason staggering forward in front of his group. His hair was a mess, his disheveled shirt was untucked, and a half-empty bottle of expensive liquor wrapped in gold was swinging loosely in one of his hands.
• He was breathing through his mouth, making his flush cheeks from drunkenness puff like a fish in his every breath while his eyes were bloodshot red like some kind of predator that was looking forward to its prey.