Nox

"You know? How do you know?" Patrick asked, staring at me over the tall glasses of beer.

My head throbbed—literally. My forehead. I suspected the vein on my brow was visibly pulsing, the telltale sign of my frustration. The damn thing throbbed in time with my aching temples and clenched jaw. "I didn't know it had happened. I knew it was supposed to."

"You knew she was supposed to marry that ass and you let her leave?"

I lowered my tone as I leaned ...