Nick POV
Before I could get another word out, she hurled the damn wine bottle straight at me.
I dove. Literally dove, like some action hero in a low-budget movie, just so it wouldn’t smash into my skull. The bottle hit the wall behind me and shattered into a thousand tiny, angry pieces. Glass rained down, sparkling in the dim light like deadly little stars.
“Jesus Christ!” I yelled, hitting the floor, both hands over my head, heart slamming in my chest. “Have you gone crazy?!”
But she wasn’t done. Oh no — she flung the glass cup next. This time she didn’t aim at me, just hurled it at the floor beside her with a scream so raw it made my stomach twist.
The glass exploded across the tiles.
I swear to God, for a second, I was scared. Legit terrified. Not because of the flying objects, bu
