Chapter Sixty Eight

Justin’s POV

After I finished feeding Bri, I felt too upset to go anywhere. I called Jace to cancel our plans and told him I didn't want to go to the nightclub to celebrate my win anymore. But then he mentioned that he had invited some friends over, especially Ayva, and suddenly I changed my mind about staying in.

I hadn't seen Ayva since the incident at the psychiatric hospital, not because I didn't want to, but because I had been busy with work and she had been focused on rebuilding her life.

As soon as I walked into the private clubhouse, Jace exclaimed, "Let's get him something strong so the party can get started!" This earned a few oohs from the other people he had invited. He handed me a glass, and just by sniffing it, I knew it was strong. Jace didn't drink, so it seemed like he was trying to live vicariously through me, enjoying the drink he wished he could have but couldn’t because he quit alcohol.

I took a large swig of my drink, and the alcohol burned the back of my throat,