CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ALEX DAVALO

If looks could kill!

"Where have you been? What took you so long?" Bethany bombarded me with questions as soon as I returned to the group. She stood there with her hands on her hips, a frown creasing her forehead, and suspicion lit her eyes like a detective questioning a suspect.

“I told you I needed to use the restroom,” I reminded her, trying to keep my voice steady.

“But you took longer than necessary,” she replied, tilting her head slightly and narrowing her gaze in a way that made me feel like I was being scrutinized under a microscope.

“Yeah, what were you doing in...