Regret Came Too Late

Grace's mind snapped back to the drink she had. Still, pulling off something like that at an event this size required precision.

She swept her gaze across the room and quickly spotted someone familiar- Yancey.

He headed toward her the second their eyes met.

"What's wrong, Grace? Are you okay?"

She tried to answer, but the heat slammed into her again-sharp, unbearable, like ants crawling all over her skin.

It wasn't just a surface itch—it felt like it was rising from her bones, deep and maddening. Scratching barely helped.

She averted her gaze and gave a slight shake of her head.

Too many familiar eyes were here tonight. If they saw her clinging to Yancey, they would only revive the old whispers that she was still hopelessly in love with him.

She instinctively turned to leave, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

But Yancey caught her wrist.

"Grace, seriously, what's going on? If you're not okay, I'll take you home."

Her vision was already swimming. There was no point trying to explain.

Right now, all she wanted was for someone to hold her. The drug was wreaking havoc on her.

Yancey moved closer, but Grace shoved him hard.

near me," she

caught off guard

to die, the moment

the room was watching, the mood thick with amusement

at the brink of

wine glass, ready to smash it on the floor and grab a shard—maybe the pain would

adjusted his outfit and blurted, "I'll take you

He leaned in again.

inside her was out of

crystal chandelier overhead flickered twice, and the entire

by the sound of glass breaking. It had to be

head turned toward the noise,

bet

Whispers started. People

to figure

vels

happened.

SV

someone near her. It was a presence that

thinking, she

paused, then slipped an arm around her waist and quickly steered

happened in

lights came back on, Grace

Whoever took her had