“You asshole! Get me out of here, right now!” He looks down at me, sneering as he wraps an arm around an eager and actually very sober looking Bridgette. Nice acting, little bitch. “Pass.” I watch as he begins walking away, before glancing to see Liam still standing there, a frown tugging his full pink lips. “Ash, we aren’t leaving her all night, right?” he asks, hesitance in his voice. “There’s a shit ton of coyotes, man.” Asher looks over his shoulder at his friend, shrugging nonchalantly. “They can have her.”
