I didn’t collapse again, but I certainly felt like I might. My knees were weak, my back sore, my head always spinning slightly even when I avoided alcohol.
Somehow, though, I managed to stay upright—if only to spite Gabriel.
By the time we made it to the dessert course of the meal portion of the night, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. My fork felt impossibly heavy as I picked at the chocolate mousse on my plate.
“You look like hell.”
I glanced up to find Sophia standing beside our table with a champagne flute in her hand and that familiar smirk on her face. Alexander was nowhere to be found—likely rubbing elbows with pack officials somewhere.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“You look sick,” Sophia said bluntly, taking a seat beside me. “Pale, tired, and honestly…” She le
