-Ronan Hale:
They kept talking and talking.
At some point, the wine had settled deep in my stomach, too heavy, too much. My head buzzed from it, from the weight of the conversation, from everything. I pushed off the couch with a groan, rubbing a hand down my face.
"I'm gonna step out for a second," I muttered.
Elara turned toward me, brows knitting. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I waved her off. "Just need some air."
I didn't wait for a response. I left the room and walked down the hall, my steps uneven. I found a basin of water near the entrance and splashed some on my face, but it didn't help. My stomach twisted sharply, and I stumbled outside just in time to empty it all into the grass.
God, I drank too much.
