Ruby’s pov
Desperately in need of some fresh air, I went outside. The heat I was feeling in my veins was too much for me to take.
As I sat on the porch, my legs curled up underneath me, a glass of wine dangling loosely from my fingers. The stars above twinkled, bright and indifferent, and the silence of the night should’ve been peaceful. But inside me, it was chaos.
I lifted the wine bottle and poured myself another glass of wine for myself, desperate to let loose. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure how I’d ended up with a glass of wine in my hand—or how it became the third one. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the constant stress of watching over my shoulder, wondering if and when the Gustavos would strike again. Or maybe it was the reality that no matter how hard I tried to protect everyone,
