Caspian's POV
She sat there staring at me.The SilverQueen.Staring at me like a temptress.
Ahhh!! I shouldn't have taken that first sip.
But fuck it—I did.
The moment the liquid fire of SilverQueen hit my tongue, it burned like fire on honey mixed together. Smooth. Deadly. Sweet enough to lie to you for the night, make you forget any lover. It slid down my throat and settled in my chest like a spark finding dry wood.
I exhaled slowly.
"Yeah… that's the shit," I muttered to no one, leaning back in the chair.
Another sip.
The room tilted just slightly—not dizzy, not weak. No. My senses were sharper than ever before. So sharp they ignited. The tension that had been strangling my spine for days snapped loose all at once. My wolf purred somewhere deep inside.In the darkness of my melancholy world,that reckless bastard was now enjoying the chaos.
Another drop.
And suddenly I wasn't sitting in my chamber anymore.
I was weightless.
