CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ALEX DAVALO
If looks could kill!
"Where have you been? What took you so long?" Bethany bombarded me with questions as soon as I returned to the group. She stood there with her hands on her hips, a frown creasing her forehead, and suspicion lit her eyes like a detective questioning a suspect.
“I told you I needed to use the restroom,” I reminded her, trying to keep my voice steady.
“But you took longer than necessary,” she replied, tilting her head slightly and narrowing her gaze in a way that made me feel like I was being scrutinized under a microscope.
“Yeah, what were you doing in there? Putting to bed?” Lara asked casually, the hint of a smirk playing on her lips.
“I guess,” I replied, a wry smile on my face.
From the way Sandro looked at me, I could tel
