Alpha Reid
True to form, he pulls out a joint and a lighter.
“Physically, yes,” I say, taking another sip of champagne. I swallow it down, then rest the bottle on my thigh, sighing. “I don’t know, I think she’s putting on a brave face. A week after she turned seventeen she lost her home and her family, then was held prisoner for months. Not to mention the fact that they fucking tortured her in there. She’s gotta have some serious damage.”
“The same thing happened to you, and you seem to be alright,” Chase murmurs, fiddling with the joint in his hands.