KIERAN’S POV
"Drink that," Silas said, pointing to the green juice. "Unless you want to have hangovers that make your heads ache until evening. It's an old family recipe. It will clear the fog."
I took a sip. It was tart and cold, immediately cutting through the fuzz in my brain. Sienna gulped hers down.
"You should have seen yourselves walking in here," Silas chuckled, leaning on his cane. "Stumbling around with messy hair and wrinkled clothes. You looked entirely different, Kieran."
I cleared my throat, feeling incredibly exposed. "We were just... exhausted, sir."
"I'm sure you were," Silas said with a knowing wink that made Sienna choke on her drink.
"Anyway, the deal is done. You're free to leave once you're done."
We didn't need to be told twice. We gathered our things,
