Gabriel~

Fuck, that was bad. That was… shit. That was really bad.

Goddamnit.

I shouldn’t have been drinking like that, and I don’t just mean the two dinky-small pours of peach moonshine. I managed to head two towns over before dinner at the Somerset house to find some booze, what with Canaan being a dry town. Yeah, no fucking way was I walking into dinner with that girl after what happened without numbing it all a little bit with alcohol.

So I had a couple or five drinks before heading over there. And it helped, I know. I was a damn pro in there—unflinching, unblinking, and utterly in control, like...