Scar’s POV
I reached into my nightstand and pulled out six prescription bottles, hesitating with my fingers curled around the plastic before forcing myself to line them up. Just looking at them filled me with dread, but I swallowed the pills anyway, shoving the entire handful into my mouth and washing them down with the last bitter swallow of Jack from the bottle left over from last night. The burn scraped down my throat, and I barely reacted to it.
Ace watched the whole thing from the bed, his eyes fixed on me as I swallowed. His expression was tight, unreadable, like he was holding something back. Carefully, he slid out of Rachel’s loose hold without waking her, easing himself off the mattress. As he stood, he leaned closer and whispered, “Come back to me, come talk to me for a second,
