ROME

“I think that’s enough, man.” Linden looked at the empty bottles of beer and whiskey on the table. I didn’t have to ask how he found me. Zee probably asked his help since I didn’t budge.

I’d been at the Night Stalker since ten and lost track of time. It was probably morning, but who cared? I needed to forget her, to get rid of her out of my life.

“Don’t you ever tell me you know how I feel, Linden?” I pointed at him. I was drunk, and I could barely keep my eyes open. “Because you have no fucking idea what it feels like to be turned...