Ciara had already poured down three glasses of booze, and now she can no longer walk straight. But she was happy, and she saw Godrick laughing with her while holding her arm so she wouldn’t fall.

“You’re drunk,” Godrick muttered after the laughter died down and Ciara couldn’t stop hiccupping.

A few minutes later her laughter turned to nausea. She covered her mouth and squeezed her stomach as she bent down, and Godrick stopped smiling at her. “I guess I have to stop you.”

She shook her head. “No—” She stopped because she choked on spit. “I’m good.”

Ciara grabbed another glass and was halfway through pouring the drink over...