Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-one.

Mirah

“Scotch on the rocks,” the handsome curly haired boy with braces said, as he flashed me what had to be a seductive smile.

I ignored him, and turned to the bar stand. “Scotch on the rocks, coming right up.”

By the time I placed a glass before him again, his earlier enthusiasm had died down. He merely grabbed it, and moved to a table, where his friends were waiting. They were obviously schoolboys, and judging from their boyish looks- had to be 18 or so.

I massaged my temple. Barcon was unusually full today, very unlike every other Thursday evening. I looked forward to getting a good sleep, and if I could stay up- a girl's night with Nessa.

It was already two weeks since I was rescued from Jayden, and surprisingly, he hadn't disturbed me since then. Neither had Zeke. Nessa had been so happy when I returned, and had jokingly called me ’The disappearing Princess.’

After many idle days at home, and the prompting of my very empty bank account, I