Claire was about to snap back, anger flaring, but Noreen clamped a hand over her mouth before she could utter a word.
Noreen’s own voice was eerily calm, her face a mask. “She’s drunk and talking nonsense. If you want to press charges, go ahead.”
Without waiting to see Seth’s reaction, she grabbed Claire’s arm and headed for the door.
They didn’t get far before Seth caught Noreen by the arm, pulling her back.
“Explain it to me. Whose life do you think I owe you for?”
Noreen turned, sharp emotion flickering in her eyes. “Are you sure you want to know?”
Seth’s hand tightened on her arm, then loosened, then tightened again—like he couldn’t decide whether to hold on or let her go.
Noreen found it almost laughable. Her tone turned icy with scorn. “Looks like you don’t really want to know. Frankly, you don’t deserve to.”
She led Claire out, leaving the room in a heavy, suffocating silence.
Jude opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but in the end he stayed silent.
Ten minutes later, Seth snatched up his coat and stormed out.
Healy, who’d watched the whole scene from start to finish, drained the last of his whiskey. Leaning on his hand, he turned to Jude. “So, Jude, who do you think Seth actually loves?”
Jude didn’t hesitate. “It’s got to be Bianca.” He’d seen it with his own eyes, after all.
Claire couldn’t hold her liquor nearly as well as Noreen. When they got back to their apartment after leaving the bar, she crashed almost immediately.
Noreen, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep at all. Her mind flickered with images—memories, half-formed and elusive, vanishing before she could grasp them.
Not wanting to disturb Claire, she finally got up and stepped out onto the small balcony for some air.
Outside, a light rain had started, pattering softly through the leaves overhead. The damp smell in the air only deepened her sense of heaviness.
As she was heading back inside, Noreen caught sight of a familiar silver-topped Maybach parked discreetly on the curb. If it hadn’t been for the wind and rain, she probably wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

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