Vin's mind reeled as he finally placed her. It was Sherly, the woman who had been at the center of so much chaos in his life recently. The same woman who had, directly or indirectly, played a role in the tangled web between him, Annabelle, and Edwards. His expression shifted, a flicker of amusement crossing his features.
"What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?" Sherly demanded, her tone accusatory but lacking the bite it might have had if she were sober.
Vin leaned back, letting out a dry, humorless laugh. "Stalking you? Don't flatter yourself," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm here because I need a break from people like you who think they know what's best for everyone." He had looked up from his drink with a half-smirk, the kind that seemed permanently etched on his face when he was inebriated. "I should be asking you why you're on my property. I see you can't live without me; you're infatuated." He shot back at her.
