EDINA POVWhen you live around a bunch like Feena, Malakai, Baelorin and the likes… you drink wine.You don’t sip it. You gulp it. Or, more accurately, they make you gulp it under the pretense of “loosening up” — as if I was some uptight courtier with a stick up her ass and not someone who had literally been abducted, cursed, turned fae-adjacent, and survived Kyante’s lair.So yes. I drank the new wine they gave me.And gods, it was good. Crisp, with a sweet edge and a finish that made my tongue tingle. Probably charmed. Probably illegal in three courts. Feena called it "sun-sipped" wine, which meant nothing to me but tasted like a kiss after dancing.“Another,” Malakai said, already refilling my goblet with that shit-eating grin he wore like a crown. “You’re only two behind.”“I’m pacing myself,” I said, trying to act unaffected even though I could already feel the warm flush rising to my cheeks.“Pacing is for people without trauma,” Byron chimed in from where he lounged lazily on a
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