Tiselle
Unable to finish the food that remained on my plate, I left the restaurant and went straight to the bar. This couldn’t be happening. Seth and Anniyha had actually managed a meeting with Ambroise, and that b***h was posing as me.
Disbelief. Utter disbelief. Yet, I knew it to be true.
The bartender took one look at my face and asked, “Something strong?”
“The strongest you’ve got,” I responded with what I could only assume was a blank look on my face.
I downed the shot of whatever he gave me and tapped my shot glass on the counter to request another. After four more, I left the bar and went back to my room. I knew the alcohol would kick in quickly, and I didn’t want to find myself in another bad situation.
The liquor hit me and it was exactly what I needed. I felt my sore
