Chapter 26 Is This Even Comforting?

Self-punishment? Lila Cross pressed her lips together. "I wasn't." She was just applying a face mask and listening to entertainment news. Charles Jackson and Sylvia Evans were front-runners for this year's Golden Bull Award—of course there'd be endless chatter about them. It wasn't pleasant, but she had no feelings left for Charles. She treated the rumors as gossip about strangers. Adrian Quinn's dark brows furrowed. "Still can't let go?" Lila hesitated. "Let go of what—" Before she could finish, the man strode over, seized her wrist, and yanked her downstairs. "What are you doing?" As Adrian dragged her out the door, Lila struggled. "Where are you taking me?" She was still in her bunny pajamas, her face smeared with a mask! Without a word, he shoved her into the car. The engine roared to life. Lila sat in the passenger seat, staring at her reflection in the window—mask still clinging to her skin—wanting to cry but having no tears left. She peeled it off, but there was no trash bin. Wi