I looked up, a little annoyed, and found myself face to face with Dominic.
He smiled, his voice low enough for only me to hear.
"Don't drink so fast. You'll end up with a stomachache again."
I set the bottle down obediently.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Cedric staring straight at us.
Halfway through the banquet, while glasses were still clinking all around, someone stood up.
It was Cedric.
He swayed on his feet, clearly drunk.
Vivienne grabbed at his sleeve from behind. He shook her off in one sharp motion.
He stood in the center of the ballroom and spoke, his voice loud enough to carry.
"Mr. Hale, I have a favor to ask!"
Dominic set his glass down, his expression unchanged.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Shaw?"
Cedric lifted his head. His gaze cut past Dominic and locke
