Chapter Thirty-Three

Mikhail. 

I couldn't sleep. 

It wasn't because I had gone to bed very late or my past was flashing in my mind as dreams but instead Ava's teary eyes, looking up at me. 

I couldn't shake off the way she felt so broken, sad and humiliated. And it had all been my fault. 

Those teary hazel eyes looking up at me flashed across my mind and I groaned, slamming my fist in my pillow before rising from the bed. 

I glanced at my clock and it read past three in the morning. I was going to be up by four. I could as well just work out before then. 

I staggered a little, the alcohol from earlier still in my stomach and a wave of dizziness hit me stopping me in my tracks. My head