Cole
I stormed downstairs, the memory of that woman’s lips still burning against mine, but my mind was no longer on her. Marcus. It had to be him. That conniving bastard.
The crowd of bodies swarmed the bar, their laughter and chatter blending into a dull, static buzz in my head. My fists clenched as I scanned the room, blood boiling. Where is he?
I spotted a bartender stacking glasses and grabbed his arm. “Where’s Marcus?”
The bartender blinked at me, startled. “Uh, he left a while ago. Said he was going home.”
Home. The word twisted in my gut. I hadn’t stepped foot in that house since Yasmin…since everything fell apart.
The thought of walking through those halls again, where her laughter once echoed, made my chest ache. Her laughter.
It hadn’t been genuine - I’d known that - but i
