C18 Chapter 18

SANDRA

"Hurts, doesn't it?" I asked, sliding into the barstool next to Seth.

He removed his gaze from the dancefloor, throwing back another shot. This was his seventh one of the night if I wasn't mistaken. I could tell he was tied up in knots, watching Nathaniel's hands trail down Ayra's body.

He never did that with me, I thought.

My anger bubbled to the surface just thinking about her