~Elena~
“Gotcha,” I whispered like a freakin’ cartoon villain as I pulled the bottle out from the fridge like it was the Holy Grail.
(You think this is gonna help?)
My wolf’s voice slithered into my head like she had been waiting to strike. (You’re gonna get lightheaded, horny, and reckless in five minutes. Mark my words.)
“Well that’s the point, isn’t it?” I hissed under my breath, twisting the cap off with unnecessary rage. “I deserve this. I deserve to make bad decisions. I’m owed at least two.”
(You’re owed therapy and holy water; not tequila, you idiot.)
I took a long, messy gulp. The burn hit my throat like a slap from the Moon Goddess herself and I immediately choked.
“Oh my f–” I wheezed, grabbing the counter for support as the taste violated every part of my soul. “Lucian d
