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Because one thing she didn't like was someone thinking low of her, and this guy was doing just that. “You—!” “It's okay Reene, you don't need to prove anything. It's alright to not be able to do everything.” She groaned in annoyance, gulping down the entire glass, then refilled it. “Alright then, you win. You'll see me stay sober while you're all tipsy and unconscious.” It might be stupid, but yeah, she was doing it.

Felicia clenched her teeth. "Felicia, are you crazy? You don't know me. Are you fucking stupid? Is there something wrong with you upstairs?" I sat back down on the couch, bent my head low, I am very sure that I am fine, nothing is wrong with me, I have not had a sip of alcohol today, I know I have not eaten anything since lunch, but I am confident it will not affect my vision or cause me to hallucinate.

I turn to Olivia, ignoring Daisy's question. "My poison?" She asks in confusion. "Alcohol? Drugs? Pot? Cigarettes? Or that other stuff?" I clarify, she blinks at me. "I'll have a bottle of water." She says. I chuckle, thinking it's a joke. She gives me a blank stare. "Shit, Liv, you don't drink?" "No." "Did you stop or.." "Alcohol makes people act out of character, people who smoke cigarettes get lung cancer and people who smoke weed kill their brain cells and are most likely to be mentally unstable, people who drug themselves-."

Leo Her brows crease before realization dawns on her face, softly chuckling. “Sorry, I forget that sometimes it’s not always obvious to folks. I have ADHD, and I take meds to help manage it. I didn’t know about that back then, so without realizing it, weed became an everyday occurrence as it chilled my brain out, and I was able to focus and get shit done. Apparently, it’s common, I later found out, so yay for that, but at the same time, not exactly the greatest thing because I smoked all the time just to get through the day.” She said, scrunching up her nose, slightly embarrassed.

“Are you sure? Are you not dizzy?” “Slight,” I replied. I do feel dizzy and that's probably why my brain's not functioning well and inappropriate things are bugging my mind, which is really not doing good to my sanity. I think I'm going crazy. I should remind myself not to drink alcohol, especially when Zandrey’s around. “You should sleep,” he said. The ride going home isn't that long and the traffic wasn't bad because it's already late. “I’m not sleepy.” I tried to take a deep breath again and tried to shift my mind to something else.

CHAPTER 111 ROB’S POV The sharp pain shooting through my skull drives me awake earlier than I expected. My hand clutching my forehead tightly as though the pain would magically go away. Just when I’d thought I was already better last night. “You need to cut down on drinking, Rob.” I mutter quitely, even though I find myself chuckling seconds later. Drinking was the only way I could cut myself out of some shitty reality. Maybe when I finally found a reason to remain sober, I would.

"I need a rare boneless ribeye and whatever my lady wants." We're back in our suite when I ask, "You don't drink?" "I can't. My nonhuman side can't tolerate drugs or alcohol." "Oh wow. I got sick once at lunch because of a glass of wine. Smoking weed, I spazzed out with my cousin and her friends. I guess I am cured because this wine isn't affecting me." "Did you see anything while you were high?" "Oh, my God! My cousin and her friends turned into demons." "Demons?"

Now, I understand why some people tend to have a one-night stand with some random strangers. My problems were just right ahead of my mind but I couldn't think of it, my mind was just blank. I only want to drink and drink, nothing more. My eyes want to close by itself but I'm fighting those urges just to stay wasted ''til morning. "One more—" "Are you sure, madame? You don't look okay-" "Do I look okay when I came here?" I retorted. "I-i mean—" "I'm completely sober, just give me another shot."

Something new is working through my head. “I’m not drunk enough to let you win yet.” My comment to the youngest Hosa, Sokin, comes out before I have any control over it. I know I would have tasted, if not felt, the effects if they tried to drug me. Not to mention Haru would have smelled it. Something new is working through my head. An unnatural calm and easy association. Like every muscle is coiled so tight it might snap and my brain is as loose and relaxed as it’s ever been, when it’s always very much the opposite with me.

“There’s a twist.” I took a sip of the drink. “Grape juice?” I was expecting wine and finding the soft, sweet tang of something non-alcoholic. He nodded. “Yeah. I’m off the drinks for now. I need to be sober twenty-four-seven.” “Because of the mines?” I asked, tilting my head. “Not just that,” he said, his voice quieter now. “The office. The team. Everything. I can’t afford to slip anymore. And honestly, the drinks were starting to slow me down.”