CHAPTER 33
MIAAfter another half hour, Michael walked into the lobby with a stack of papers and a black eye that was already swelling. I jumped up from my seat and wrapped my arms around his torso, pulling him toward me.
“I’m sorry that you’re in this mess,” I whispered. Part of me wanted to whisper to him not to hate me. Another part of me was scared that he’d see I was more trouble than I was worth to him. But I refused to let those insecurities appear right now.
This wasn’t about me. This was about Michael.
A while ago, Victor and Damien had driven back to the restaurant to get Michael’s car. I clutched the keys in one hand and took his in the other.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said to Serena. “Thank you for coming down here.”
She gave me a half-smile and shrugged. “That’s what fri
