CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
ANURAK’S POV
I’ve thought of the best names to describe the feeling coursing through me as I remained standing outside Lamon’s home office. It certainly was not jealous, was it? It couldn’t be. And yet it burned through every living cell of my body, making me want to smash the bottle of Hennessy against the wall and watch it decimate into tiny, unmendable pieces. Maybe that would make me feel better. What was I thinking anyway? That I could come here with a bottle of Hennessy, get merry with Lamon and somehow, he’d confess he wanted me even just for the night?
You are so f*****g pathetic, Anurak.
I hated my consciousness the most. It knew how to stick the needle where it hurt the most. Glancing down at the bottle in my hand, I turned around, almost running smack int
