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rlier vague text said something about christening. The Crown is

earching. There was a time in my life when I visited ni

person in California and hang by the bar,

efore it could escalate. Wh

ced me to put an end to it and come home. He proposed and sw

rts me is undefinable. Words

s part of me. I feel like I owe this to him. So, here I am, back home

city, waiting for me. Ellie Martin has been dead for five years.

t they never knew what si

ps up. I bob my head to

lie

smile slapping over

tighten my arms around her as she squeals in my ear. Her

is am

lose all my friends. Sophie's the o

ng my arms and appraising me, "God, Ellie. If I die now, there w

tly. "Shut up, Soph. You alread

lemn face until it cracks,

you in the next season of the

r her shoulder. "Thanks,

ockwood is as dramatic as I remember her to be. I may have missed out on

anding, and I instantly feel queasy inside me. I fear

s, but I will be a liar

e, wincing at the look on my face. "Eleanor, me

wkward as hell. I choose sil

ie, ohmygod, are t

o miss, but it's not a surprise. Her father is a global hotshot, and she has always

danger. My father's business crumbled. He was attacked and ruined. We fell hard f

to survive the hard way. Zane stood by me th

the tears that sting the cor

ding tears in a nightclub w

e ri

at me. I don't like how she loo

idea that, after tonight,

tare her down and even slightly raise m

though." She mocks me with her thin smile and tu

now." Sophie spares me a furtive

nce we were toddlers. She thinks that in a game of kiss an

. She's

he doesn't look like s

auda

ok a

a nice thing to do, but Quinn, the bitch, is tempt

n't matter at all," she smiles at me, holding my wrist, "Eleanor, trust me.

f me and take the high road out of here,

dance floor." Yeah, befo

it any longer. I scowl at Sophi

ui

a clear head? Oh, Eleanor.

meant. I've gobbled down so many shots that I've lost co

it in my bones, every chord, every note. My body itch

and pulling off tricks to make himself look cool. I'm alone with my thoughts for a

come with hi

s in my ear, "

pupils dilate. She feels exactly what I'm feeling. The rush. The thrill.

crashes our hips together. I gyrate in sync w

wn a path to stop at the waistband of her mini

er sensual. Her moves change,

our drinks?" I ask, bobbing m

, unusual

definitely not in her right mind. "R

g and my ears

ie and I knew each other, clubbing wasn

fe, new me

ese walls whose presence is as obvious as black on white. He's standing out, and I see why. Opposite the dance floor, h

from his drink, my h

ok away and not make things awkward, but

. I'm suddenly breathless, out of control. My tongue wants to trace the tattoo pe

ger around him is palpable from where I s

oment he stands, and then, I melt

he's

6'5, t

my head, wincing at the sti

in my stoned brain. The tip of my fingers whiten. Fear makes me tr

ght there. A few feet away, but he

t. I suck it in greedily. I want more. Two steps. Four steps. The t

inside me. I feel really stupid. Did I really think a man

y shoulder, I'm ev

s, talking

something stupid and wrong. This has never happened before. Zane is m

ury my face in my palms, sobbing bec

ollides roughly with the wall next to it. I jerk, alarmed. I

mouth as realisation

l do. I'll send

cts. "I don't know

s, we are about to dirty it all up."

inside me. If they find me, I don't want to think about what they are capable of doing

n my face. There are five of them. I'm inside the last stall. A whimper escape

a

to the ne

a

ougher in the way h

a

a

ill here?" a voice asks, unkn

ont of my stall's door. I'm shaking l

e if there's an

stalls already? This place is

door, I watch the pointy end of his bo

y. All the secured offices we have here are in us

We are wasting time, Jax! He

onds pass. My teeth dig into the skin of my mou

in position. He doesn't go all the way, though, but

gnal. The reaper is on his w

we so scared of

ly ranked." This new voice is a mix of awe and terror. "He's the famous Irish

t you two. I just know I don't ever want to get on his bad side. I h

body. I gasp inwardly as I peer closer. It's Sophie. She's all tied up in the mid

ce as

re. But why? The wheels in my head turn until it

he handle, and I let

he door to set Sophie free. I put a crack first in my stall's door to make sure the co

" I whis

r opens again. And with the speed of light, I sl

t again, trying to replay the events of the p

here are so terrified of, and that hot-as-sin,

u