Skye's POV
All night, I sat in the living room staring at the television screen. Nothing playing, just the static of an old satellite channel. I went out about an hour after I found out my best friend was dead and not alive like myself and Diana were hoping and bought some whiskey. I wanted gin, but the store didn't have any, so I settled with whiskey.
I've drank more than half the bottle now and wasn't going to stop until I passed out. A drank another shot from the plastic cup, and then poured another.
The squeaky hinges on the bedroom door frame alerted me that my mate was now awake. I swept my eyes over her trembling frame as she emerged from the dark hallway, her hair a mess and told me she slept restless. My fault probably.
"Skye?" Her voice poured ice over my head and I set the c
