Zane POV
I am sitting at the hotel bar, attempting to get so drunk that I cannot remember the last twenty-four hours. No matter how much alcohol I put into my body, I cannot erase the memory of Elara from my mind.
Zeke and Zeus went back to their rooms to try to explain things to their chosen mates. But I can't bring myself to go up to my room. Sabrina and I aren't great at communication. We fight a lot, and we have nothing in common. What we lack in love we make up in wild s*x. Sabrina is down for anything, and that's what I like about her. She wasn't trying to act like my fated mate. She just wanted to f**k. That was something I could understand and appreciate.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remember what Sabrina looks like, but only visions of Elara cloud my mind.
"Anot
