That weekend, there was a small celebration in the casino's VIP lounge. A few of the old hands brought out their prized whiskeys, and the atmosphere was rowdy.Jasper was playing cards and drinking with the guys, his laughter hearty, but his eyes kept drifting to me in the corner.I was quietly sipping red wine, occasionally joining the conversation."Ava, don't just sit there, have a drink!" someone offered.I was about to refuse when Jasper smoothly intercepted."Marco, give her a break. We've got a border run tomorrow, and I need her sharp for the books. I'll drink for her."He tilted his head back and downed the glass, earning a round of cheers.He winked at me, and I looked down, a small smile playing on my lips.Damian sat at another table, watching this scene, his knuckles white.Jasper was too brilliant, a fire that only made Damian feel colder and more clumsy in comparison.He downed the whiskey in his glass, the burn in his throat sharp.After the party, I went to the rooftop
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