Chapter 53

Devlin dragged himself back to the room, more than a little drunk, in the early hours of the morning.

After his bleak and short discussion with Casiuss, he'd drowned himself in glass after glass of alcohol, something he usually didn't let himself do.

Devlin hated getting drunk. It put him in a position where he wasn't in total control of himself and he didn't like that.

Even when he went out to parties, he kept a strict watch over how much he consumed. He'd seen way too many otherwise reasonable people do absolutely crazy things when they got drunk in public.

It always left a sour taste in his mouth. He had no intention of making a fool of himself like that. He prided himself on his self-control.

Drunk people did stupid things, like banging on a lady's door at 3am in the morning, weeping and pleading to be let in.

At least his brain still worked enough for him not to do that. He would've never recovered from the embarrassment.

He shrugged his clothes off recklessly, letting them fly