34. Get Drunk

Kier

Her cheeks are a bright shade of red, and my hands cling to her side to keep her from falling. Somehow, putting me to sleep had us both emptying out the entire bottle of wine.

There's such light and joy in her eyes that for the first time since we met, I notice how young she is. A far cry for the very old, cunning soul I've gotten used to.

She looks...mortal. More vulnerable. Almost human. I catch myself staring abashedly as she rattles off details about nothing and everything, giggling at her own jokes.

Jessamine falters, tripping on her gown, and as I catch her, she laughs, slapping her fingers over her mouth. "Oops." Her eyelids close and her lips pucker. "I can't see anything, Kier. It's dark. Everywhere," she cries, feeling out in front of her.

My lips curve up. "Your eyes are closed, Jessamine."

"I can't open them. Might I have gone blind?" Her words slur, only made worse with the whimper that leaves her lips. "Kier, I'm blind. I can't see!"

"Would you like to see th