I lifted my glass. The rim was rough with sugar, and when I sipped, the liquid was cool and sharp and sweet all at once. "Jesus," I said.
"Right?" Anya had already finished half of hers. "Jade went to bartending school in London. She worked at the Savoy for two years. She's overqualified for this place, but apparently the Savoy has rules about setting things on fire, and Jade has opinions about that."
The fourth drink was called Vesuvius.
"This one," Jade said, sliding the glass toward me, "is not for the faint of heart. Overproof rum, chili liqueur, lime, agave, activated charcoal. It looks like lava. It tastes like lava. It will make you feel like lava."
She wasn't wrong.
I took one sip and my entire head lit up. Heat spread from my throat to my chest to my fingertips. The room tilt
