I stare at Nico, having no idea what to do next, when suddenly Christian’s words register with me.
Wait, what?
Make him decide between me and Nico…again?
When had Nico made him make that choice before?
But there’s no time to think on it as Nico looses an exhausted breath, drops his eyes from me, and lets his shoulders slump. “f**k, Christian,” he says on his next exhale, shaking his head, obviously upset and overwhelmed. “What…what the f**k happened?”
“We’re going to figure it out, Nico,” Christian says, his voice stern and steady and reassuring.
Nico just raises his eyes, still shaking his head a little. “How the f**k are we going to do that?”
“Well, that’s what we’re going to figure out,” Christian grumbles, grabbing his glass and then reaching out to take the bottle of whiskey b
