“She walked blindly, only guided by Fion’s hand at the small of her back. She was going to be fine. It was going to be fine. It had to be. Somehow she was going to survive what she’d just done to Damian. To herself. Because god, it felt like she’d cut her own heart out when she’d said those cruel, necessary words. Would she ever forget the look on his face? No. “Julie, darlin’,” Fion said right against her ear in the loud, packed in space. “We should leave. Yo...u’re in no state to keep on.” She shook her head. “It’s your birthday. You shouldn’t go. But I think—I think I have to. Is there a back exit?” There was no way she was going to chance that Damian was still out there. Fion nodded and took her hand. But instead of heading toward the back, he took her to the bar on the ground floor.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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