Lucien laughed. “Look at him. Gulaks have a high tolerance for pain.”
“But what is Glaen and where does it come from?” Jordan asked him.
He shook his head. “Ah, the ignorance of youth. Glaen is a Fae drink.”
I gawked at him, my heart racing. “A Fae drink? At a demon party?”
“You can buy anything if you have enough money and know where to find it. Some demons like to amuse themselves by taking risks. Drinking Glaen is a status symbol to them. They like to tell others they played Glaen and to talk about how long they lasted in the game.”
Jordan wrinkled her nose. “That’s sick.”
The incubus raised his glass to her. “I agree. I prefer to get my thrills in other ways.”
This time I could not repress a shudder. “I’d prefer not to hear about how you get your thrills.”
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