Alec’s POV
I shouldn't’ have left.
The words stuck in my head as i pushed the door open and walked back in. The music was a bit louder now. Everyone shouted over the spin of an empty bottle on the floor. Samantha was still there, sitting cross-legged. A half-finished drink in her hand.
Venessa’s voice filled the air. Purring and giggling as she threw dares and questions around. I leaned back at the bar, a glass in one hand watching them over the rim of my glass.
My eyes landed back on Samantha, she looked smaller now, her shoulders hunched, her hair falling over one eye. She held the glass with both hands, glancing around.
Zed poured another shot into her glass, and she didn’t refuse.
He bent his head and whispered something to her.
She giggled.
Bastard.
I gritted my teeth.
