"Tyler can't handle the spirits!" I gritted my teeth, slamming my own glass down and moving to haul Tyler upright before he hit the deck.Ethan let out a low growl when he saw me reaching for him. He moved like a shadow, catching my wrist and jerking me back.Unbalanced, I tumbled right into his lap."Collins, I—" He stopped, his chest heaving as he stared at my face. His pupils were blown wide, and his voice was a ragged scrape of gravel. "I think the cold has finally gotten to me. I’m drunk."I could feel his heat radiating through his tactical gear, his breath—sharp with the scent of high-proof grain—brushing against my skin. He had to be out of his mind; otherwise, the Alpha of Silvercrest would never have wrapped his arms around me in a hall filled with his own enforcers."You shouldn't hunt with the bottle if you can't track the scent." I struggled to push off his lap, but his arms tightened around my waist like iron bands, refusing to let go."Collins, drink with me." He reache
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