MARINA

Suddenly, my heart jumped into my throat. This house had a massive, sweeping staircase made of polished marble and iron railings, and right now, it looked like a literal death trap for someone in Allie's condition.

I quickly tossed our purses onto the small entryway table and hurried after her, my platform heels thudding against the floor.

I didn't trust for a second that Allie would be able to make it up those steps on her own with how dead drunk she was. She was definitely operating on pure instinct at this point. I really wouldn't want to have her tumbling backward down fifteen feet of stone and breaking...