[Denali’s POV]
I continue to watch Rosco for a moment longer before downing my drink and then turning. Fine, if he wanted to be with Nadia, then he could be with Nadia. It wasn’t my place to care who was hanging on his arm anyway.
Reaching out, I grab another drink and make my way toward the dance floor, where many couples are swaying happily together to a slow beat being played by the DJ.
Sighing, I take a sip of my new drink and watch the dancers while trying to stop the emotions from boiling up in me.
“Get it together, Denali,” I whisper, chugging the last bits of my drink. “He’s free to do what he wants and who he wants.”
This was exactly why I refused to let anyone else in because they could so easily say one thing and turn around and do something else completely. Look at Alexand
