Chapter 24
KAYLA
Sunday night
My cell phone screen lights, a slowly-forming blue wall of text blinking back at me. Tapping furiously on the black glass in my hands, I stand in the middle of the damp street outside of The Alchemist, my thin dress swaying in the breeze as I type away, somehow knowing that tonight would end up just like this.
Disgraced.
Stranded. Starving. And Breaking and Entering.
Hell, if Deacon could see me now…
But I know he won’t.
It’s been over a week since he walked out of the nationally televised interview for The Alchemist, and for nine entire days, he doesn’t answer my calls or texts, doesn’t show up at the bar.
Life is funny sometimes.
All week, it’s been killing me not to see him, and yet here I am, in front of The Alchemist, praying that I won’t.
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