Brent's POV.
I slammed the door shut behind me. The wood rattled against its frame, vibrating along the hinges with enough force to shake the nearby wall.
I stalked across the room toward the bar. My hand reached for a bottle of bourbon and a crystal tumbler.
I filled the glass quickly and poured the liquor straight down my throat. A sharp burn traveled through my chest. I filled the glass again, only halfway this time.
I drained it as well, trying to drown every ounce of pain and anger moving through me.
“f**k you, Orleana.”
The words slipped from my lips before the bourbon even reached its destination. My throat tightened painfully.
I knew you would leave. Bloody coward.
The accusation echoed through my head.
Shut up. Just shut that mouth of yours for once and let the world bre
