Verena 

Laptop pressed to my chest, my step on the tiled kitchen floor faltered, a disgruntled groan leaving my mouth as I spotted Kian sitting on a stool, head tipped back as he downed a bottle of whiskey. 

“What the hell,” I whispered under my breath, instant regret flooding through me. 

It was one in the morning and I’d woken up to snack on the rest of my ice cream cake and finish my work that kept piling before I resumed office next week. Daxton had told me to let it be and with Kian sitting here wasted, I wished I had listened. 

I would just slink away before he...