Chapter 267
Chapter 267:
A young guy in a black shirt with too much hair gel waved me in and led me through a side corridor.
The private room looked empty from the hallway—no lights, no sound.
“Is this the right p>
Before I could finish, the server flicked on the overhead lights.
Yvaine was curled up in the corner of a velvet sofa, hugging a half-empty bottle of something amber.
Her boots were still on, legs sprawled across the cushion.
One strap of her dress had slipped off her shoulder.
The air smelled like spilled tequila, dried limes, and perfume that had lost its charm an hour ago.
I turned the lights down low and crossed the room.
Dozens of bottles were scattered around her—some standing, most rolling near the edge of the coffee table.
I crouched down and nudged her upright.
Her head lolled forward.
I tapped her cheek.
“Come on. Let’s get you home. Can you open your eyes?” Her skin burned under my fingers.
Her lashes twitched a few times before she cracked one eye open and blinked hard.
“Mira?” she slurred. “Why are there two of you p>
“Because you’re smashed. I’m taking you home p>
“No! I’m not leaving!” She jerked up and lunged for the table. “Still drinking p>
I caught her wrist and pulled the glass out of reach. “You’re done. That’s it p>
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She tried to grab it back twice, then gave up and went limp. A second later, she started crying.
“Cassian Langford, you fucking arsehole,” Yvaine howled. “You think I’m just some toy you can toss out?” The crying grew louder.
Her words turned into incoherent noise.
She’d been smiling when we left the wedding. Now, she was here, alone, red-faced and shaking, drunk enough to collapse in a pitch-black bar.
I swallowed the sting in my throat, sat beside her, and stayed quiet.
She screamed, sobbed, cursed his name over and over again, and I didn’t interrupt.
More than ten minutes later, Yvaine finally ran out of steam. Her voice cracked and gave out mid-curse. She slumped sideways against the cushions, passed out cold.
I called for the server.
Between the two of us, we hauled her into the back seat of my car. I ordered a driver and climbed in beside her. I gave the guy her address and told him to keep the heating low; she always overheated when she drank.