My fingers clasped around the cold handle of the mug, and I took a long swig. The icy liquid trickled down my throat, leaving behind a burning after feeling. Running the tip of my fingers over the rim of the cup, I mumbled, “How I wish I could get drunk as easily as before?” My voice slurred a bit as I continued. “Then, I could forget everything easily.”
My magical powers made it a bit difficult to get truly drunk. The alcohol did make me tipsy, but it also triggered my self-healing reflex. Before I could truly get drunk, I would sober up again. This went on in a loop but Tristan didn't complain even once. He just kept filling my glass once it was empty. I found this understanding silence particularly endearing.
I raised my head to find his intense gaze fixated on me. Those beautiful o
