Pathetic.

I finally build up enough courage to emerge from the ensuite after what had seemed like a lifetime.

I had scrubbed myself till my skin became crimson and felt raw while simultaneously attempting to sober up.

Staying behind with Davis doesn’t have a nice ring to it after all.

Not like it had last night, anyway.

By the time I made my decision, though, I was already euphoric from the alcohol I had consumed and had a contemptuous attitude toward myself, Tobias, and everyone else in the room.

More so to the goddesses for dishing me such a crappy hand in life.

-Suck it up, princess!-

As I enter my room, I trip over the threshold and groan to myself as I see Tobias leaning there with a cup of coffee in his hands and a smirk curving at the corner of his mouth.

My brows knit together, he looks fresh and wide awake for someone who claims he hasn't slept a wink because he's been trying to do damage control where I'm concerned.

Tobias is appetizingly attired in a charcoal suit with the