Chapter 10 : CIAN

“What the hell is wrong with me?” This tightening in my chest wouldn’t ease, no matter how many shots I downed or women I flirted with.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Maeve said, holding up two crystal goblets and a bottle of expensive-looking mead. “I brought reinforcements,” she said, flopping down next to me.

I hadn’t had a proper flagon of mead since I’d left home, but one whiff as I cracked open the bottle told me she’d gotten her hands on the genuine product. My mouth watered, craving the smoke and honey taste.

Picking up one of the glasses, I splashed some of...