Nadia
Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic.
Everything is fine. I just need to leave. The metallic clanging grows louder inside my skull.
I find Adrian sucking on a beer in the kitchen, standing guard in front of Kat, who sits on a countertop.
The minute he sees me, he knows what’s up. He whirls, puts his hands on Kat’s waist, and lifts her down. They follow me out of the apartment, down the stairs and out to the street.
I’m not in a full-on panic attack, thank God. Just teetering on the edge of one. My breath is short, the sound of chains rattles in my head.
I guess it’s a testament to how much I like Flynn that I even attempted intimacy. I mean, the thought of letting anyone touch me that way ever again usually freaks me out.
For one second there, I was the girl in the mirror. Th
