Mr. Hastings spoke and the worry is clearly reflecting in his tone and his face. Still holding the phone, I stood restlessly on the balcony and said faintly, "If he doesn't take care of himself, let him drink to death!"

"Ivelle," I can hear the frustration in their voice.

"Ivelle, are you still a human?" Mr. Hastings's cautious phone was snatched, and Jordan spoke to me with a strong and loud voice. Just listening to him I knew that he was very drunk.

"You don't know if I am a human? Jordan, I'd like to tell you that drinking in the middle of the night is not an excuse!. What,...