Elissa's POV“Another shot.” I said, a futile attempt to ignore the person behind me.The bartender hesitated, glancing over my shoulders.I knew how he was looking, and that was enough to tick me off.“My eyes are down here, and I'd like another shot.” I said, noting the slowness in my movements.The alcohol was kicking in.“I think you've had enough.” Jason spoke.I turned my head to the other side. I wanted nothing to remind me of those back-stabbing hockey players.“I think I'm the one paying.” I narrowed my eyes at the bartender.A crisp hundred dollar bill landed on the table before the bartender could move.“Thank you for your service.”The deep voice sent shivers down my spine, and the bloody memory I tried to forget came back up.There was no way I could stay with him.I stood up from my seat, ignoring the slight sway of my body.Jason gripped my wrist, “Elissa, we need to talk.”“I don't want to talk to you.” I snapped, wanting to pull my hand away, and ignore the electric s
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