Chapter 9

For any other woman of her size, taking three shots back to back would likely knock her on her ass.

For Livia, it was hardly enough to get a hum, but it at least took the edge off the nerves firing through her.

Alcohol, d***s, hell, even over-the-counter d**g just didn’t seem to work well on her. Though she often lamented that when trying to drown the loneliness, it had come in handy on too many circumstances to count when someone tried to spi*e her drink or dose her with something.

Still, she knew better than to do anything that drew unnecessary attention, and that included downing shots like a college chick on a bender.

The mental lecture she was giving herself slowly quieted as the feeling of being pulled heightened to become all-consuming.

Eyes wide, almost walking on tiptoe, Livia searched every face, looking for whomever it was calling her, as she let it lead her to a thankfully less-packed section of the dance floor.

Allowing the hard beat