Cian downed a mouthful of bourbon, welcoming the burning sensation as it raked down his throat. After the High demon left, Mert, Merk, or whatever the dickhead’s name was, his pissed-off level went full tilt, and he wasn’t in any mood to pretend he was enjoying himself. f**k, none of this ballroom dancing s**t was at all entertaining, and he was only humoring his parents by even showing up.
Well, maybe he was mostly doing it because Derrah batted her eyes and pleaded with him to play nice and come to their birthday party. Other than that, celebrating birthdays was f*****g lame.
With arms dangled over the balcony’s stone banister, swishing the remains of whiskey in the tumbler as he looked out over the property, Cian eased his taut muscles with a slow exhale. Trying to focus on anything
