Chapter 15

Lyra

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tasha was still talking… Grinning like a girl who had no fucking clue what it felt like to be ruined without even being touched.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter in a silk crop top, chewing on a pink straw while pouring Bailey’s into her iced coffee like it was 10PM instead of 10AM.

“This party is going to be insane,” she said, twirling her straw. “Like… I’m not even exaggerating… Kehlani’s DJ is coming. Kehlani’s. And the bartender? Girl, he makes drinks that glow. Actual neon. Last time I blacked out after three sips. They had to carry me out like a dead body.”

I didn’t say a word.

She didn’t notice.

She was too busy hyping herself up. Pacing now. Pulling open drawers. Sniffing herbs like she was hunting for something stronger.

“Oh… and the weed? Imported. Hybrid strain. Not even legal. Jamal got it from some freaky nympho supplier. Apparently it makes your pussy taste like mangoes.” Sh