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Bethany's POV
I walked out of the compound, staggering slightly before walking up properly. I was drunk. That wasn't something that I fell into regularly, especially after what had happened that night at the bar, but I was drunk today and I was walking out of the compound without any of Mason's lackeys trailing me. I took in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling free.
I walked down the road for a few more minutes before sitting by the edge of the road and wondering what a mess my life has been these past few months.
An SUV stopped beside me and the back window rolled down. "Beth?" A familiar voice called out and I raised my head, trying to look at who it was.
Oh. Adrian. Of course it was him. I grinned, staggering to my feet and he frowned, noticing my state.
"Are you drunk?" He asked.
"No."
He shot me a look and I shrugged. "Maybe."
"Yes or no?" He demanded and I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. Yes, I am."