I finally managed to reach the other side of the bar and sat on a high stool, catching the bartender’s attention across the counter.
"Something strong."
A few seconds later, the man slid a glass toward me over the dark counter. The drink went down burning my throat until I felt it raw. Even so, it wasn’t enough to extinguish the hatred boiling in my bones.
"Alone at this hour?"
The voice came from beside me, velvety and deceptively sweet.
I turned just enough to glance at the man leaning against the counter with an inviting smile. His eyes gleamed with clearly one-sided interest.
Just what I needed.
"I’m not in the mood," I muttered, not even bothering to move my mouth away from the glass, and turned my face away.
To my misfortune, he didn’t get the message.
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