“I don’t drink. You know that,” Ezra said as Jayla started passing around the cups.
“Yep. That’s why I got two drinks for myself. Gotta start off strong.” She held up both of her cups and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Careful there. You don’t want to go too strong too fast,” Ezra chuckled.
I held the cup in my hand and looked down at it. I hadn’t drunk before. I had been too young when I was stolen away from my village, and humans never gave such luxuries to their slaves.
“You didn’t even have the courtesy to offer me a second cup,” Bran added.
“Didn’t want to get you wasted too soon.”
“You highly doubt my abilities.”
“Let’s just toast,” I interjected, before they started bickering too much.
“Right. To our future Luna.” Jayla held up both of her glasses, and Bran quickly followed. Ezra
