I guess that was fair. It seemed like every six months or so there was a major incident going on in or around the club.
“You two crashing here for the night?” Voss asked in a way that said he was assuming that was the case.
“Honestly, I’m too beat to drive,” Louana said, making my gaze slip in her direction.
It was the first time I was seeing her with clear eyes and no adrenaline clouding my perception. She looked rough. I mean as rough as someone as gorgeous as her could look. Her eyes were bloodshot and heavy-lidded. The night of drinking, no sleep, planning, and action was clearly weighing on her.
“I’ll let everyone know,” Voss said.
“Hey, Voss,” Louana called.
“Yeah?” he asked from the doorway.
“Thank you. You came in just at the right time.”
“No one has to act alone,” Voss said. “Not in this club.”
And with that, he was gone. Before I could thank him too.
“I am almost scared to learn what he’s been through in his life. Alone,” Louana said as she kicked out of her shoes.
“Honestly, me too,” I admitted. “Voss has a lot of dark. But I don’t know if I’ve met anyone as loyal as him. Except for you,” I added. “Maybe even when you shouldn’t be,” I added.
“We don’t have to do this now,” she said, sensing the mood shift.
“I think we do,” I countered. “We need to have the…what did Jase call it?”
“The hard talk.”
“Yeah, I think it’s time we have the hard talk.”