My vision blurred slightly by the time I made it back to the condo. Sebastian hit harder than I remembered.
Blood pulsed hot beneath my cheekbone while pain throbbed steadily through my jaw with every step I took. The fight started stupidly and ended worse. He'd set me off by accusing me of ruining women’s lives and I nearly threw him through the wall of the shack. Apparently neither of us knew how to communicate like civilized adults.
The condo remained mostly dark when I stepped inside through the back entrance. Good. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. My shoulder ached from where Sebastian had slammed me against the railing, and my ribs felt bruised enough to annoy me for days.
I headed straight toward the kitchen. Cold water. Ice. Maybe whiskey. That was the plan. The refrigerat
