MERRIELYNN.
I turned away from Cormac and Juniper’s public display, feeling a sourness bubbling inside me that I was trying hard to push aside.
The catcalling and whispers surrounded me like an unwelcome fog, and I shook my head, feeling a wave of disgust. How do some people even thrive on this kind of attention?
I needed a distraction, and my feet just moved on their own, leading me to the kitchen.
I felt Emorie trailing behind me, but I didn’t stop until I spotted a free keg. I grabbed a cup and filled it to the brim, the frothy liquid sloshing over the edge as I took a deep breath, trying to block out the noise of the party and the chaos in my head.
I’d barely ever drank before. But it the few times I did, I knew what it felt like.
Knew that I liked it.
Knew that that buzz was ef
