SOPHIA’S POV
I couldn't sleep. The image of Damien and Tiffany kissing burned behind my eyes every time I closed them.
Around three in the morning, I gave up trying. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
The liquor cabinet in the kitchen was well stocked. Damien had always kept it that way. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a glass, then another. I needed it.
My wolf didn't like the alcohol. She pushed against it but I pushed back. It was just for tonight. I needed to stop feeling so much.
I was halfway through my third glass when my phone buzzed on the counter. I looked at it and saw Marco's name. I stared at it for a moment before answering.
"Hey. It's late. Everything okay?" he spoke.
"Everything's fine. I'm at Stone Villa with Ashl
