Chapter 30

He’s still grasping one of my arms tightly even though I have stopped doing anything except icily hating on him from my frigid pose as he turns me towards him. My impulsive self is defensively poised like a stealth ninja. My arms are across my chest, and I lift my chin defiantly to meet his gaze.

“We will talk. We need to talk. First, I need to deal with her, then us. Sophie, this isn’t what you think. Just give me a chance to get my head straight. I am still so fucking drunk, and this is like a punch in the face to wake up to.” He’s trying to pull me close to him, to bring my face to his with gentle fingers cupping it, but I shove him off, his hands dropping when faced with an angry fireball version of me. Even Arrick knows when to leave alone, and I’m guessing the blood-curdling look of rage on my face is more than a threat. I glare at him, my heart breaking, my head a mess with confusion, and tears brimming that he could do this to me again.

“Go run after your girlfri