Chapter 22

DAMON

Thalia has been silent beside me while she can't stop drinking the liquor. I watch her, chugging her tequila as if it's not her first time drinking it, even though she said the opposite.

She stood up and swirled on her feet. Before she was out of balance, I pulled her back on her seat.

“What? Feeling about throwing up?” I asked.

She shook her head and went back to her tequila. But I snatched it away from her.

I scratched my head when she pouted and buried her face on the table as if sulking because I took the most precious thing she had.

I wouldn't have let this young woman get drunk.

I drink my whiskey in a minimal amount. I can't drink severely today since this woman might do something she might regret tomorrow.

After I told her that her attacker escaped from prison, she asked for a drink. It's not good for her to be seen in a bar, so I took her home. And she starts rummaging in my counter bar for drinks.

We both just remain silent the whole time while drinking our own liq