Chapter XXII
AS I DROVE TO THE club, my anger got worse. The image of Louis’s pain-stricken face, the sound of his defeated voice as he’d promised to be there when I returned, they haunted me, making me tremble with rage. Louis believed I would indeed spend the night with Anthony, yet he’d promised to wait for me to return and explain myself. I hated hurting him like that. I knew exactly how it felt to say goodbye to someone you loved and promising to see them later, knowing they were going out with someone else. I knew how it hurt, how draining and heart-wrenching the waiting was, how much your imagination could hurt you. I’d never wanted to make anyone experience that, but Anthony had forced my hand. I had no idea what his plan was, but he no longer scared me. I burned with the need to
