Diana
The half a bottle of whisky Sabina and I polished off, along with my furious rant, was the last real outburst of emotion I allowed myself over Daemon’s latest intrusion into my life.
Sabina listened attentively, only occasionally knitting her beautiful brows and taking another sip from her glass.
“That bastard has backed me into a corner. I can’t resign,” I breathed, downing my glass in one go and promptly choking on it.
“The penalty, the blacklist…” I continued between bouts of harsh coughing. “Even if I move to another city, it won’t change a thing.”
My friend tilted her head to one side, studying me as though she was trying to read between the lines I was stubbornly refusing to see.
“You know what’s the worst part?” I bit my lip to stop myself from shouting again. “He acts a
