Warning: a little sexual scene in this chapter just little.
Nyx
The moment my brain caught up with what had just happened, I shoved Ashriel away from me with all the strength I could summon.
Then I slapped him.
Hard.
The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the quiet corridor like a gunshot.
For a second, neither of us moved.
I knew he wasn't the only one at fault.
I knew that.
But right now, blaming him was easier than blaming myself.
Because if he hadn't kissed me first…
I wouldn't have responded.
Right?
The thought sounded weak even inside my own head.
Something was very wrong with Ashriel.
This wasn't the composed, controlled, almost annoyingly calm Ashriel I had come to know.
This version felt different.
Unstable.
Possessive.
Wild.
And it was more than alcohol.
There was no way someone like Ashriel could become this drunk in such a short amount of time.
I took a moment to actually look at him.
