CHAPTER 67
RUTH
I stepped into the bar, and it was loud and smelled like cheap perfume and relief.
I sat on a stool at the counter, nursing a drink I wasn't very invested in. My third one. Maybe my fourth. I'd lost count somewhere between the memory of his hands on my body and the reality of his silence. The whiskey burned going down, but it did nothing to dull the ache between my thighs.
If Father Isaac is going to ignite me, then he might as well go to hell. I was done waiting.
I scanned the room slowly, my eyes moving over the crowd. There were couples grinding on the dance floor, men hunched over their drinks, women laughing too loudly, their eyes too bright. Everyone here was obviously looking for something. A connection or a distraction.
I just needed someone, anyone, just fo
