10
Maxon
By the time I walk back into my library, it’s late morning. Edward’s already there.
“Welcome back, Your Highness.”
“Morning, Edward.” I head straight for the bar and my magically refilled bottle of Macallan ’46.
“I brought coffee,” says Edward leadingly. “It’s on the credenza.”
I pause. “Coffee, eh?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” Edward’s milky old-guy eyes look at me hopefully. He’s always trying to get me to go healthier. You know, stuff like having coffee for breakfast instead of whiskey. I can’t say no to him.
“Coffee sounds great.” As I head over to the credenza, I thank f**k for the millionth time that I’m part demon. Otherwise, I’d be way dead by now, considering all the crap I do to my body. Staying up for weeks on end. Eating junk, when I eat at all. At least I get lots o
