Chapter 32
Lyra
The third shot went down smoother than I expected—or maybe my tongue was just too numb to protest anymore. I slammed the empty glass on the bar with a little too much enthusiasm and let out a shaky laugh, swaying slightly as the burn settled in my chest.
Beside me, Jasmine was already raising her fourth. She didn’t flinch as she threw it back like water. Not even a grimace. God, she was something else. Everything about her was striking—from her smooth, obsidian skin to the silk curtain of hair that hung down her back like it belonged in a shampoo ad. Her body was the kind that made strangers stare and models take notes, perfectly sculpted like she’d been poured into her clothes. Anthony really bagged himself a goddess.
She turned toward me, her smile lazy and tipsy but
