Chapter 286

Christina's POV Ysolde kicked my flat door open without knocking. "Up. Now. You're not rotting here tonight." I didn't look up from my wine. "I'm busy." She snatched the bottle from my hands. "Staring at walls isn't a hobby." Before I could argue, she yanked me to my feet and shoved me into a taxi. La Lune was all neon lights and sweat, air thick with perfume and pounding bass. On stage, a guy in a half-unbuttoned police uniform swung around a pole while the crowd went wild. Ysolde pushed me into a velvet booth. "Two vodka sodas. And tell Antoine I want the special for her." She pointed at me. "No specials," I said firmly. "Bullshit." She leaned closer. "You need to loosen up. Two months is plenty to get over a man. Even one like Hudson." "I am over him." The drinks arrived, followed by a tall, dark-haired man with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His smile was too practiced, his eyes too hungry. "This one's shy," Ysolde told him, slipping a fifty into his waistband. "Be persuasive