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Chapter 9

Penulis: Daphne Gray
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-31 05:58:05
ELIAS’ POV

I chugged down the glass of Demon’s brew Melissa slid over to me in one go, relishing the way the bitter liquid burned as it slid down my throat. Burning meant strong. Strong meant no more thinking. Already I’d downed three glasses of the potent brew so why could I still think? Why were those eyes still haunting my thoughts? I’d thought the alcohol would at least numb my brain enough to forget about her but it was doing nothing.

Dammit! It’s not enough.

“Another one.” I growled, holding the now empty glass out to Melissa for a refill. Rather than fill my glass as I’d expected, the witch frowned, instead placing the half-empty bottle of brew down on the table. I recognised that look in her eyes, she was about to go all mother hen on me and a scolding was due.

“That’s your third glass already.” She said, pointing out the obvious. “That’s not regular alcohol. You’ve had enough for one night.”

“No, I need more. Just give me the bottle.” I reached over the table to grab i
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