My eyes were glued to the glass as the glugging sound of whiskey being spilled into it filled the dining room. My suddenly parched throat wouldn’t mind a sip of that, but Sebastian seemed to have poured it for himself only as he screwed back on the bottle cap. I could feel his intent gaze observing me the whole time he did.
“Can I have some of that?” I quickly asked before he put the bottle away.
“Last I checked, America says you’re not legal enough.” How did he know my age, or was he just guessing?
“Yeah, why don’t you have this instead, kid.” Isaac appeared from behind, mockingly sliding a glass of orange juice to my front. “Or do you want some milk instead?” He teased but instantly backed away after the look I shot at him next.
Then, they took a seat with Sebastian at the head, tak
