Chapter 170

Christina's POV Ysolde was curled into the corner of a sofa, clutching a half-empty bottle of liquor. Still wearing her boots, legs sprawled across the cushions. One strap of her dress had slipped down her shoulder. The air smelled of spilled tequila, dried lime, and perfume that had lost its fragrance an hour ago. I dimmed the lights and crossed the room. Dozens of bottles were scattered around her, some standing, most rolled to the edge of the coffee table. I crouched down and gently nudged her upright. Her head drooped forward. I patted her cheek lightly. "Come on, I'm taking you home. Can you open your eyes?" My fingers touched her skin, which felt like it was burning. Her eyelashes fluttered, then she opened one eye, blinking hard. "Chrissy?" she slurred, "Why are there two of you?" "Because you're drunk. I'm taking you home." "No! I'm not leaving!" She lunged suddenly for the table. "I'm still drinking!" I caught her wrist, pulling the glass away from her reach. "You're done, tha