Keira's POV
While drinking at the bar with my second glass and trying to sort through my feelings about Kaelan and Elowen, I felt someone grab my arm roughly. I turned instinctively, pulling away and found myself face to face with Alden.
He looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot and his clothes rumpled like he had been wearing them for days. I could smell alcohol on his breath even from a foot away. He was clearly drunk.
"Keira," he said, his voice slurring slightly. "I knew I would find you here eventually. This used to be your place, remember? Where you came when things got hard."
"Let go of me," I said firmly, trying to pull my arm free from his grip. "You need to leave, Alden."
"I am not leaving," he said, his grip tightening. "Not until you listen to me."
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