One Wrong Night with the Ice God

ILA

d me from a hazy, feveris

x of alcohol and musk that didn't

crystal chandelier stabbed my eyes w

oked gasp escaped me -

last night, lay crumpled on the

ady breathing filled the silence. His back was to me, bro

ains, catching the gold in his hair. My h

handing me a glass of champagne. I saw my beloved Nolan on th

Nolan's arm, crying in his arms, him leading me ba

reached out, needing

about to make contact, the

naissance sculpture - but completely, utterly strange.

blank. The man I had mistaken, the

like a tidal wave. An uncontrol

ed at the sound. He s

cold and remote as a polar glacier,

ast, replaced by a flicker of annoyance

rasp, thick with the laziness of a hangover. "You weren't t

like a slap. Heat

ight against my chest, my body shaking

ng down to reveal a chest and abdomen etched with l

my eyes. My han

ere?" I asked, my voi

. "You're asking me? Who was it in the elevator, th

ed out, even though my m

. "Oh? Should I help you remember? Yo

s speechless, tears sting

y arm, mustering all my strength

My shout came

he didn't flinch, as if he

I didn't even know this bastard's name, and