Chapter One Hundred And Forty One
I couldn’t stop the crying. It felt like it was ripping right out of my chest, hot and ugly, and my vision was so blurred by the mascara running into my eyes that Khalid’s face was just a smear of terrifying shadows under the flashing red lasers. I took a sharp, gasping breath, the heavy fog of the tequila making my head spin violently, but the absolute cruelty of his words had pierced straight through the numbness. It was a cold, sharp shock to my system. I looked up at this man—this giant who had been my entire world, the man whose gentle touch used to be my safest haven—and I saw nothing but a stranger looking down at me with burning contempt.
The bass from the club’s speakers thudded against my ribs, a relentless, aggressive rhythm that felt like it
