Drunk

[Tabitha’s POV]

I wasn’t quite sure why I agreed to come out this evening with Anthony and Atticus; maybe it was because I needed a way to calm down after what I did with those vampires, or it was the fact that the mystery behind all those deaths that were occurring had something to do with me. Either way, I was already beginning to regret it as either man sat beside me.

Sighing, I down the drink in front of me before beginning to stand.

“Where are you going?” Anthony demands. “Let me escort you.”

“Bathroom,” I huff, narrowing my gaze. “You aren’t allowed there.”

For a moment, it looks like Anthony is going to argue with me, but before he can, a laugh escapes Atticus that draws Anthony’s attention from me.

“Quit fucking hovering!" Atticus chuckles. “Can’t you see she is sick of your clinging?”

“Who the fuck are you to say anything?” Anthony challenges him, allowing me the opportunity to escape.

Rolling my eyes, I begin to move, making my way through the crowd until I reach my destinat