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CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
FAITH’S POV
I scrunched my face at the taste of booze on my tongue for the third sip. I could never get used to the taste of it but just for tonight, I needed the distraction. I could feel Lucian’s eyes on me, his drink remaining untouched. Ian had driven home straight after I promised him we’d talk over coffee tomorrow. Peggy, Lucian, and I had hit up the party upon my insistence. I could not bear to see any member of my family at this point, except for Peggy.
“Are you going to keep watch on me the entire night?” I questioned without looking at him. I get that he was scared I would spiral again but him watching me, was making me feel more self-conscious and guilty.
“Is he still alive?” he asked instead, making me look at him, slightly confused by his question
