I can’t believe we actually have a date with Cael tomorrow. Archon’s comment broke through Eoin’s thoughts and he turned, leaning one elbow against the counter.
I can’t believe we actually have a date with Cael tomorrow. They were back in the bar and he was doing his level best to pickle his few remaining brain cells with Liam’s rotgut-rot-everything whiskey. Or, since his systems wouldn’t get with the program and kept clearing the alcohol from his blood stream, at least keep his body busy by shoving more of the stuff down his neck to keep himself in a drunk-not-drunk state. It was that, or he’d storm out of here, track Cael down and kiss the breath out of her until she agreed to be theirs now. And forever.
now. He was sensible, just, enough to realize that course of action would lead to
