[Lucien’s POV]

As I put the bottle of alcohol on my lips, Celeste snatched it away from me and I looked up, throwing her an infuriated glance as if to ask her what her problem was.

“Give it back,” I said, stretching forward my hand.

She tossed it in the trash can and glared furiously at me, but it was I who should be doing the glaring. I ignored her and just stood up from the stool and went to the refrigerator to take out another bottle of the bitter alcohol.

“Is this why you cut short our mission in Manhattan? To stay here and drink yourself to death like...