Chapter 162Arya’s POVI pulled into the parking lot of the bar the address the bartender had given me led me to, looking around in surprise and confusion. With its dim lights and graffiti painted walls, this was the last place I was expecting Blake to go drinking, especially with how unsafe it looked.I parked as fast as I could and ran into the bar, trying and failing to ignore the scent of alcohol, sweat, and smoke that filled the air.My eyes scanned the room for a few seconds before landing on Blake who was slumped over a counter, motionless. For a moment, I just stood there watching him. It didn't feel real, Blake was never the kind of person that would do this to himself. This version of him — disheveled, undone, stripped of the control and composure he carried so effortlessly — felt like something I wasn’t meant to see, something no one was supposed to see.“Are you Arya?” the bartender asked as I walked to the counter, standing next to Blake.“Yes.” I nodded, and she let out
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