>Mara Bryce
Fuck. My head was ringing like someone had hit it with a hammer.
The door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the apartment. I kept staring at it for a few seconds longer than needed, my vision shaking slightly.
Then the sharp pain hit slicing straight through my skull. I sucked in a breath and winced, my body giving up as I dropped onto the sofa. I leaned my head back against the cushion, pressing my eyes shut, hoping the dizziness would ease even a little. The smell of alcohol clung to me, heavy and bitter, making my stomach twist.
"Are you really this pathetic?"
Monique's voice cut through the silence. I cracked one eye open and glanced up at her.
She was standing a few steps away, arms crossed, looking down at me like I was something she stepped on by accident. Her lips were tight, her eyes cold. I couldn't help it—I smirked.
What does she know?
