CHAPTER 31
SABRINA
Grabbing my things and leaving Lachlan behind might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done enough in my life.
It’s several hours later, and I’m still not okay. If I hadn’t gotten Sophie to help me, I might not have made it out of The Whitby’s lobby, let alone the fancy hotel’s front door.
I shake those thoughts off, focusing on our destination.
As soon as our taxi stops, Sophie steps out to pay the driver, and I follow in her footsteps.
For the first time in these past few horrific days of my life, I am grateful to her for her infuriating, pigheaded stubbornness.
The same stubbornness that helps me check out of Lachlan's suite half an hour after he leaves. The same stubbornness that gives me a place to cry.
To rage. To curse Lachlan Quinn to the fifth circle of Hell
