Chapter 63

Guilia

He drove us to a club downtown; just the place I wanted to be in. He didn’t ask any questions, ticking more points in my imaginary good guy checklist. I’d created one while he was driving us here.

I was thankful for his discretion as I didn’t have the energy to say anything regarding what happened a few hours ago.

We meandered through the people who were swinging their bodies wildly to the music blasting out from the speakers. The intermittent screams from the drunk dancers, the loud music and the handsome stranger standing beside me were enough to keep me distracted for the rest of the...