I couldn't bring myself to go back into the club. Once I had pulled myself together, I walked back home, but instead of heading straight downstairs and hiding away, I sat at the bar drinking, trying to numb the pain. I knew that Spike would come looking for me soon, and he would know that there was something wrong. I didn't want to have to explain it all to him. But as I sat there, drowning my sorrows in alcohol, I couldn't shake the image of Brax's devastated face from my mind.
I knew that what I had done was for the best, but it didn't make it any easier to see him hurting. The guilt weighed heavily on me as I tried to push away the memories of our time together.
As the night wore on and the bar started to empty, a familiar figure walked through the door. Spike looked around until his
