Page 235 of Ignite

Lonely.

Fuck. I miss her.

“Conan. You showered today?” Finn asks.

I shrug.

“Fuck knows. What day is it?”

I’m drunk.

Again.

“You worried about me?” I make a cute, pouty face at them.

I can see Finn getting more irritated by the second.

Good. Maybe they’ll leave me the hell alone to wallow in my pity.

“Yes. Actually. Very. You’ve missed training. You haven’t been out of these four walls in days. You’re losing the battle here,” Finn says.

He picks up the bottle of Dad’s whiskey and starts pouring it down the sink.

I launch myself over the counter to stop him.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shout.

As I go to grab the bottle, Finn snatches it out of reach.

“Conan! Stop!” Declan’s voice cracks like a whip.

I freeze, turning to face him, my nostrils flaring.

“Both of you. Out.”

Declan squares up to me.

“No. Sit down, little brother.”

My jaw twitches.

“Fuck. Off.” I spit.

“We’re not going anywhere, Con. Like it or not, we’re your brothers, and we ain’t letting you drink yourself into the grave. You’re better than this,” Finn chimes in.

“I’m an adult. I’ll do damn well as I please.”

As I turn, I stumble, catching myself on the counter.

I let out a breath.

Fuck. I’m a mess.

The room goes silent. No one moves.

“I’ve really fucked it all up,” I admit, voice low.

“You’re really giving up now? That’s it? Chase over?” Declan asks.

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