RHYSAND
Liam and Lucien were sharing a drink when I went down to join them. With the way I was feeling, it was the perfect timing for that.
Though both of them looked somber. But right now, I didn’t care about either of their moods as I poured myself a glass of scotch, adding a vail of wolfsbane to it until I was sure it was strong enough to get to my head, then I found a seat on the single chair.
They had been mid conversation when I joined and they easily continued as I sat.
“So, the man really directed you?” Lucien was the one that asked and Liam nodded.
“He was hesitant to speak, with was funny as f**k. Because why the f**k was he scared of some unwanted mutt.” He chuckled drily, recalling our encounter earlier.
All the blood I spilled in that ground didn’t give me the high I nee
