Rowan looked around the room, ‘don’t you have any liquor in here? This story is drying my throat’ he groaned.
Huffing, Archer scrambled off the bed and walked to the small set of drawers, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a half full bottle of rum and two glasses.
The warrior wrinkled his nose, ‘rum? Seriously?’
Archer shrugged, ‘take it or leave it’ he retorted.
Silently, Rowan held out his hands for the glasses, rolling his eyes as the Alpha smirked, handing it to him before tipping a generous measure into each before placing the bottle on top of the dresser and taking one of the glasses from his hand.
Sitting back down, the Alpha took a sip before motioning for Rowan to continue. The warrior threw back the drink in one, grimacing against the taste before nodding.
‘When Isa
