Vex stepped out of the back room and spotted Summer slouched over the bar. “‘Ello love,” he greeted as he made his way over to stand on the other side of the bar, a glass of jack and coke in his hand.
A mumbled groan was all he got in return. Most of the left side of her face was hidden behind her hair, one arm thrown out where it had apparently been propped up. She kept turning the glass with fingers that shook slightly.
Concerned, the Mesmer set down his glass and made his way over to the other side of the bar. Putting a hand gently on her shoulder, he bent his head to speak near her ear, where it’d be easy to hear him. “Summer, love? Are you okay?”
“‘m fine,” she lied. She turned her head a little, away, so there was no chance of him seeing the bruises patterning her left jawline. “I’m fine, Vex. I just needed a drink.”