Bravyn.
I wanted her to recognize me and know that she had freely chosen to go home with me, but since she kept saying I looked just like him, I gave in to her demands.
I wanted to take her to my house, but I ended up taking her to her own hotel instead. I opened her door as I carried her there like a baby; she was still bubbling softly, but I did not care to hear it; she held tightly around my neck as she breathed quickly; and when I looked into her eyes, I saw that she was not in this world. My Shelby was intoxicated, and her only concern was getting laid.
Say, "Put me down!" When we finally got inside, she yelled. I could see a half-bottle of whiskey on the table, and she wanted to go that way, but I pushed her to the bedroom door and opened it for her. She then entered as I pushed h
