EVELINE“You’re a damn fool, Eve.”The lady at the bar gulped down her third glass of tequila, stared at her reflection in the glass, and kept talking to herself.“Two years. Two whole years with the wrong man. And for what?” A memory flooded in despite the alcohol. The image of her fiancè, Damon, thrusting into her stepsister Ruby earlier that night. The smell of sweat and rigor, the sounds of skin on skin, creaking bed springs, Ruby’s muffled moans into the sheets. The filthy words Damon had uttered. “He doesn’t even talk dirty with me,” she mumbled, before raising her hand for another glass. The alcohol wasn’t hitting fast enough, if she could still recall all that happened that evening. She had fled the house in a daze, jumped into her car, and driven without thinking. Not back to the Vale mansion where guests from his pack were still gathered for their engagement dinner. Not to the apartment she shared with Tammy, who would bombard her with questions. And definitely not to
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