Chapter 489

• I haul out my cell in my drunken haze, noticing the wetness on my chin and wiping it with surprise, unaware tears have even been falling. The phone sways in my vision, my focus shot, and I try to make the screen less blurry by holding it at various distances.
• “You all right, beautiful?” A male voice comes considerably close to my ear. I recoil as his warm breath hits my neck, revulsion creeping over my skin like a moving tide of cringe.
• “Fuck off and get away,” I snarl, all claws hissing and recoiling against the bar. I’m in full defensive Emma mode and feel hemmed in by over-sexed sleaze bags who wish to touch me. I’m prickling with angry energy.