“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re basically family now. If you don’t feel well, we’ll take you home and make sure you’re taken care of.” Nix places his hand on my shoulder, and a wave of oohs and aahs moves through the surrounding guests.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to roll my eyes and slap his stupid hand off my shoulder.

“I think that’s a good idea. If you don’t feel well, I don’t like the thought of you being alone,” my mom tells me before turning to the guys next to me. “Thank you for being so thoughtful and taking her home. Leni is so lucky to have you.”

Unable to hear another word of this bullshit any longer, I stand up from my seat so suddenly the chair almost tips back. I murmur a quick goodbye to everyone before scurrying out of the restaurant with Colt and Nix hot on my heels.

“What a way to make an exit.” Colt chuckles.

“Look. I’m really not feeling well. Can you please just leave me alone?” I hurry past the hostess and push open the heavy door leading to the street. Stepping out on the sidewalk, I suck in a lung full of fresh air, hoping it will clear my head.

Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect. Maybe it’s the sudden oxygen increase or the change in temperature. Either way, my head spins, and my vision goes blurry. I feel my whole body sway to the side.

Just when I think I’m going to pass out, four hands are suddenly on me. As those hands grab onto my arm, I’m jolted upright.

“What the fuck did you take?” Nix snaps at me.

“Hydrocodone… it’s just for pain.”

“That’s some strong shit. How much champagne did you drink?”

“Um, two… I think.” Closing my eyes, I breathe through my nose, trying my best to get it together. My legs remain wobbly, and I have to lean against something just to stay upright.

“Great. Can you go and get the car. I don’t feel like carrying her.” Colt’s voice is so close, almost like my head is against his shoulder or something.

Nix curses under his breath. I’m vaguely aware of footsteps in the distance, and whatever I’m leaning against starts to move.

“Don’t drool on my shirt.”

Why would I drool on him? I don’t have the energy to say it out loud. My tongue is heavy in my mouth, and my eyes won’t open even a little. All I want to do is go to sleep.