Thirty-Four
Max pushed through The Ruby Room’s doors, only to stop in his tracks. Apart from this not being somewhere he wanted to be right now, his pulse still ran high at having watched the spark fade from Freya’s eyes, only for her to cast him out moments later.
And now this… The c*****e from last night.
A massive pile of rubble and glass sat in the center of the bar’s floor, and his mouth filled with a bitter taste at the sight of it. In the stark light of day, everything was so much worse. If not for Gideon’s convincing that fixing the bar was the one and only chance for Max to make things right with Freya, he wouldn’t be here.
“Oh, this isn’t going to work.” He tapped his forehead with his open palm, turning back to eye the door.
Not only was the chandelier shattered into a mill
