Chapter 85
- CHRISTIAN
- I had barely stepped into Liam’s house before the weight of everything dropped on me like a slab of concrete. I had been staying here since Penelope asked me to leave last night.
- The lights were off—I didn’t bother turning them on. I made my way straight to the liquor cabinet, unscrewed a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and let it burn down my throat. It didn’t help. Not really.