MYLES
I swirled the glass of whiskey around before taking a gulp. It was smooth and nutty, echoing the extravagant price for the fine alcohol. A drink like that should’ve been sipped and enjoyed, but I wanted it to burn as it went down my throat.
“You have good taste,” I said, placing the empty glass on the table.
Roman smirked, eagerly pouring me another glass. His goal was to get me drunk to like him better, but little did he know that there was nothing he could do to make me like him.
“Only the best for our finest guest,” Roman cooed. He filled the glass nearly to the top. He wasn’t shy about trying to get me drunk.
Normally, I would’ve been more careful about consuming alcohol, but not today. Not after fighting with Cyrenia yet again. She had always been stubborn and done what sh
