chapter 14

Eamon's pov

The room was spinning, and my senses were dulled by the alcohol coursing through my veins. The thumping music, the laughter, the swirling lights - it all seemed like a blurry haze. The girl on my lap was whispering something in my ear, her words a distant murmur. None of it mattered.

Then, a voice, a cry, cut through the fog. "Eamon!"

I blinked, trying to focus, and there she was, Isadora, standing in the doorway. Her eyes were filled with anger, betrayal, and hurt. My heart sank like a stone.

"Isadora," I muttered, my voice slurred. "It's not what you think."

But she didn't listen. She turned and ran, and I was left stumbling to my feet, chasing after her.

"Isadora, wait!" I called, but my words were clumsy, and my steps unsteady. I pushed through the crowd, desperate to catch up to her, to make her understand.

As I stumbled after Isadora, the weight of my own drunkenness seemed to double, pulling me down like an anchor. My thoughts were a swirling mess of confusion and r