The air pressed down on my skin, and my senses became more dull. Since returning, I'd drank glass after glass of whiskey and bottle after bottle, but it still wasn’t enough to stop my racing thoughts.
Images of that little girl so many years ago appeared and blurred into the little thing’s face. It was maddening and had me questioning everything I thought to be true.
How the f**k could I possibly have mistaken my own mate for someone else? She had to be wrong. She had to just be insecure. Was she truly, though? I didn’t know. I never even took the time to consider it.
"f**k!" I hissed, tossing the empty whiskey bottle that was dangling between my fingers against the wall just as my office door flew open.
I watched as Chris moved aside just in time to avoid getting hit with the bottle t
