Chapter 12: Shady

"Are you going to sulk all night?" Constantine exhaled in frustration. I wasn’t sulking, per se, but I had nothing good to say, so I decided to stay quiet.

It was hard not to speak my mind, especially hard to hold my temper.

"I was forced out of my home," I muttered, still staring out the car window.

"It’s not like you had anything better to do," he said, causing my blood to boil.

"Mmm," I gritted out.

"Crying over your lover and stuffing your face with junk food. What a waste of an evening."

I glared at his stupid face as he stopped the car and a valet swiftly took the keys. Another opened the door for me, and I stepped out into the cool evening air, taking in the glitz and glamour. The people, the cars, and the venue were illuminated in light.

This wasn’t how I pictured my Sunday afternoon going.

“So, what’s this event about?” I asked.

“A private auction. All proceeds go to charity… or so they say,” he smirked darkly.

“And what if it actually does go to charity?”

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