JAMES POV

Warm air brushed my skin as the door opened, I was still trying to process every bit of everything that was happening as Irene stomped away, for a moment I stood fixed to the spot I had been unable to move or even say a word as her held a dark storm that was looking to fall and make a torrent if I as little as muttered a word.

I stared at her attire—she wore the same clothes she had worn out as she was covered with alcohol.

Was that because she had become…a drunkard?

I could by no way forget the look she had on her face...