Nyx staggered down the endless corridor of the palace, one hand trailing along the cold wall as she muttered under her breath.
"Why the hell is this place so big?" she grumbled. "Who needs this many damn hallways?"
Her heels clicked unevenly against the floor as she swayed, more annoyed than drunk now. She caught the edge of a decorative vase with her elbow and cursed under her breath.
"Bloody hell," she snapped, steadying herself with a groan. "Of all nights—"
A voice behind her interrupted. "Did your noble saviour finally ditch you?" His voice was full of mock she was familiar with.
Who else could it be except for Finn. Nyx simply paused, her expression unreadable but somehow distant. And then, without turning saying a word, she continued walking.
Finn's jaw clenched at the sound of her heels clicking away from him. The fact that she didn't even spare him a glance was enough to snap whatever fragile restraint he had left.
