Blake ignites another joint, offering it to me. I accept it gratefully, the haze it brings is a welcome relief. However, as his lips press onto mine, I find a strange spark ignited in me, a spark I hadn't known I needed until this very moment.
Unbeknownst to me, my nighttime escapades have not gone unnoticed. I've attracted the attention of a man with a possessive obsession bordering on the psychotic.
Before Blake and I can progress any further, Aamon materializes out of nowhere. He yanks Blake away from me and tosses him over the balcony with a menacing growl. Through my drunken haze, I giggle at the spectacle, but Aamon is far from amused.
"What the f**k do you think you're doing?" Aamon snarls, seizing my arm and pulling me close.
He swipes the near-empty tequila bottle from my hand
