Chapter 62

Bellatrix tossed and turned all night, so the following day, when she woke up with a headache, partially from hangover and partially from her lack of sleep, she had only herself to blame. With a groan, she got out of bed and dragged herself downstairs. The penthouse she was staying in at the moment—a little gesture done by Avery to make sure she was comfortable upon her return—was empty, as usual. The walls, despite their size, felt small, and the floor, even though the heater was on, felt cold beneath her feet as she shuffled into her indoor slippers and made her way towards the kitchen. First agenda of the day being to brew herself a cup of coffee that could cure her headache. As she waited for the coffee machine to heat, she grabbed the milk container from the fridge and poured a large amount into a tall glass. It was only after she had placed it back into the fridge, did the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee reach her nostrils. With a satisfied smile, she pulled the cup free, f