Chapter 45
Nina’s POV
The champagne flute cracked in my hand like brittle bone. Golden liquid splashed across marble in shimmering arcs, pooling around my strappy heels. Heat roared through me humiliation, rage, old shame all crashing together until my vision tunneled.
I forced a breath. In. Out. Slow.
“I don’t even have anything to do with them anymore,” I said, voice low but steady enough to carry over the jazz. “You two deserve each other.”
Josh’s smirk widened, eyes gleaming behind the black leather mask. Amanda reached for my arm, silver mask tilting, but I jerked away.
I turned on my heel and walked—fast—skirt flaring, heels clicking sharp against the floor. The crowd parted like water around a blade. I needed air. Distance. Anything to stop the burning in my chest.
Jos
