Chapter 190

Siena was slumped at the bar, a drink in her hand. Her usually sharp eyes were glassy, her lipstick a little smudged from the way she kept dragging the rim of the glass across her mouth.

“He looked at me…” she hiccupped, lifting her hand dramatically, “…as if I were some country whore.”

Her words slurred, heavy with vodka and frustration. Without missing a beat, she tipped the glass back and took