Chapter 74: One Last Toast

Mara’s

The club’s neon lights bled a chaotic, vivid violet across the bar area, painting everything in shades of cheap secrets and easy sin. The music was a relentless, heavy beat that pounded through the floor and vibrated in my bones.

I tipped the final, nearly empty bottle of amber liquor to my lips, took a long, deep swallow, and then slammed it down onto the bar hard enough to make the tired bartender jump back.

“Everything,” I whispered to myself, my ...