Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

Mirah

“You look distracted,” A voice sliced through my thoughts, making me flinch. It was the customer who'd ordered a gin and tonic.

“Sorry,” I apologized awkwardly.

Of course, I was distracted. He'd left without a word. My attempt to ask Qyle had ended in futility.

The rock of a human wouldn't even volunteer any information. A look at his bland face had told me that nothing would change even though I spent the whole day asking.

My head ached from last night's thoughts.

‘How could he leave me, without even a message. Was that what mattered to him? Nothing?’

My phone dinged, and I took it out of my pocket. I'd styled the bartender's uniform to suit my taste. The result of which was, every male customer stole glances at me at any given opportunity.

My phone's screen was lit with a message from Nessa. She wouldn't be home tonight.

‘Business matters.’

And she didn't sound so happy.

“Some blood on the rocks,” Someone said.

“Blood on the- what?