146 — JULIAN ADAMS (POV)

I approach the bar and order a whisky. I didn’t plan to drink it, but my nerves are on the edges, and I need something to calm them down until I get down on my knees and ask Angelee to be my wife.

When the barman slides the glass over to me, I’ve already downed the whole dose in one gulp, feeling the strong taste explode on my palate and burn its way down my throat.

I slam the glass down on the counter and lean on it with one arm, sighing and wiping my face with the other, like this simple gesture could add some courage.

I’m scared.

Anxious.

My heart is beating so hard against my chest that it’s almost painful.

I need an answer — I need Angelee’s yes.

That’s all I need...

“Funny to find you here.” I hear a familiar voice that I wouldn’t want to, and my eyes meet the red hair that, on this night, seems like fire, as well as the eyes that burn with disgusting malice.

“You s