CHAPTER 51
Rose’s POV
I went to my room and changed into something plain and simple. A black hoodie, jeans, and a cap pulled low enough to hide my face. All of it was to make me blend in perfectly. I didn’t know if I was running from him or from myself. Maybe both.
The streets were quiet when I stepped outside. The last time I checked the time, it was already past seven pm. The cold wind bit at my skin, but I kept walking until the lights from a small bar spilled across the pavement. The kind of place no one would look for me.
I pushed the door open and walked in.
“Keep the shots coming, please,” I said to the bartender, who didn’t ask questions when I ordered another glass.
The place was dimly lit and loud, filled with the scent of liquor and sin. Music blasted from all corners, an
