Ellie's Point Of View
I didn't drink much. Not because there wasn't plenty to drink, the goddess knew how badly I needed some, but because I couldn't afford not to be sober and because of the insistent ache in my head and chest reminding me of the disaster I'd been avoiding.
I'd escaped. One foot out the window, and I never looked back. Honestly, I didn't know how I'd managed to survive a whole day without everything I'd witnessed last night come crashing down on me. I didn't know I had it in me to pretend I was okay. I was a bundle of nerves. Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside. Deceptively brave on the outside, but terrified out of my ever-loving mind at just the thought of Killian.
He was a beast. No worse than that. He was a monster. A monster that I was sure was already p
