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Just bloody marvelous!
DRAWING slow and steady breaths, I faked a smile. My knuckles whitened around the glass of scotch while I stared down the dance floor.
Brett kept glancing at me once in a while, then focused back on waitress’ arse who served our drinks. She kept coming back asking if we wanted something, and I tried hard not to roll my eyes.
“You should loosen your hand on the glass, Linton. It breaks in a moment if you keep on gripping as if your life depends on it,” Brett lightened up the mood. He knew exactly why I was pissed.
I stood up, leaning against the glass wall. “Is this why you wanna meet me here? To torture me?” My knuckles itched to break my brother’s face for inviting Arella over, but I held on to the thought that Clyve was with her because I couldn’t imag
