Chapter Thirty
Orla
My body quaked with what I could only assume was shock. “Cara, I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Lilith,” Cara called out to the other barmaid. “Orla’s out for the rest of the night. The bar is yours.” She came to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “Come on, doll. I’ll drive ya home. You’re in no condition to do it yourself.”
“Thank you, Cara.” I was a mess.
“I’ll grab our things and meet you at my car.” She let me go, and I began making my way out of there.
Going to the staff parking lot, I prayed that I wouldn’t find either man waiting for me. I hoped I’d been stern enough that they both understood that I was in no condition to deal with either of them.
Getting into Cara’s car, I thought I might cry for a moment. By the time she slid in behind the steering
