Shattered Vows
I groaned, blinking against the dim glow of the streetlight spilling through the window.
My jaw throbbed, my ribs ached, and my head felt like it had been slammed against concrete—because it had.
Noah, That bastard.
I pushed myself up from the cold floor, coughing as the taste of blood covered my tongue. My fingers grazed my split lip, the sting confirming the damage.
Alice was gone. And so was Noah. Good. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with either of them. Not yet.
I stumbled toward the door, ignoring the dull pulse behind my eyes. My car wasn’t there. Of course, it wasn’t. Noah probably had the damn keys.