Damien Shaw

Of all people, it’s her. Imogene’s so-called best friend. The one I’ve been avoiding for months, and for good reason.

I step out of the car, my feet hitting the pavement with more force than I intend. I’m still a little drunk, and it’s hard to keep my balance as I stagger toward her.

“Elinor,” I call out, my voice rough and filled with irritation. “What the hell are you doing walking around like that? I almost ran you over.”

She turns slowly, a smirk playing at her lips as she saunters toward me, completely unfazed. “Well, well, look who’s finally come around.”

I narrow my eyes, trying...