Ava’s POVThe burns of whiskey barely dulled the ache in my chest. I sat at the bar, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, my mind replaying the scene over and over again. Daniel, Lila, their tangled limbs, their moans. My stomach twisted.The bar was dimly lit, packed with people trying to waste their sad memories. I think. Well, just like. I downed another shot, letting the warmth settle in my veins.“You okay, sweetheart? A voice slurred beside me. I turned to see a man, his breath reeking of alcohol, his eyes dark with intention.“I’m fine,” I muttered, waving him off.He didn’t move. Instead, he grinned and reached for my wrist. “C’mon now, don’t be like that. Let me buy you another drink.”I yanked my arm back, my eyes burning in rage. Don’t people get the fucking word? I’m fine!“She said she’s fine,” A familiar, sharp voice cut through the noise. I turned and found Liam standing feet away, his gaze the same as always, unreadable. Just great!I had seen him earlier but tried i
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