Chapter 23
But just as her head began to cock to the side and lean in, I was yanked away. Stumbling backward I grasped onto Julia a little tighter, snapping myself back to reality. I turned around to face a breathless Molly, frowning at me with her hands on her hips. “Jesus, Alex. Where the fuck have you been?”
“Um—Right here?”
She ignored me, grabbing my hand and dragging me from the room. Julia trailed a few steps behind us but Molly stopped her. “I need to borrow Alex for a few minutes.”
“Is everything alright?”
“It’s fine.” She shot her a look that basically told her to piss off, and she shrugged before she walked back into the kitchen.
I raised an eyebrow as she stomped up the stairs to the second floor, her tight grip on my wrist almost cutting into my skin. “Jesus, Molly. What’s your deal?”
“My deal,” she hissed, quietly enough that nobody else lingering on the landing could hear, “Is that your fucking girlfriend is after drinking herself into a coma.”