I didn't go back to the apartment. I couldn't face Niko.
Not because he would disown me, call me a monster, rip me out of his life … but because he would do exactly the opposite. And as long as I could taste someone else's blood in my throat, I didn't deserve to be touched by him.
I went to Robin's. Not to pour my soul out to him in confessions, but to act as normal as I could – tell him Promise had a job, he would get a cut. Maybe if he started describing one of his X-rated escapades, I'd get to experience an emotion other than complete self-loathing.