Chapter 67

SLOANE

Hayes pulls me behind him, dragging me to…well I don't know where we are heading. His grip is like iron. His jaw set so tight it looks like it might shatter.

“Hayes!” I hiss, trying to pull my arm free. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even glance my way. He just keeps moving, his strides long and determined.

It’s impossible to keep up. I’m drunk, so drunk that I see double and can’t feel my legs.