Elliot POV
I needed a drink.
Sleep hadn’t come to me tonight, and I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t think I could handle Aria leaving us. The very thought was enough to throw me into chaos. My drawing in the last few hours had changed from light to dark. I sensed it in the shading of my pictures.
I was on the bottom step when Sebastian entered, carrying in a passed-out Aria.
“What the f**k?”
“She’s drunk. Believe me, tonight hasn’t been a good one.”
The stench of vomit assailed me, turning my stomach.
“You’re telling me.” I was ready to throw up.
“I’m not in the mood. Rowan is in the car. Can you help me get him?”
He put Aria down on the sofa in the first reception room.
Heading out of the house, we saw Rowan curled up on the back seat.
“Is it wrong that I want to drag his ass instead
