The mention of her name sends an icy chill down my spine. My mouth goes dry instantly as panic claws its way up from deep within me. He watches intently now, waiting for some reaction or realization. All I can do is stare back at him helplessly as dread settles heavily over every fiber of my being.
“You’re lying,” I whisper. “I would know if someone—”
“You were stumbling, Autumn. Slurring. Couldn’t even stand straight.” I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“I wasn’t—” I shake my head. “I wasn’t drugged. I wasn’t—”
He leans forward suddenly, eyes gleaming.
“Then how come you don’t remember who f****d you?”
I suck in a ragged breath, tears stinging my eyes.
“If I was so off my face, how could you let me if you saw me?” I whisper.
He stares at me a long moment, the tension between us a
