Damian stared at the bottle, the color draining from his face.
He knew exactly how strong that vodka was, and he knew that the last time I drank for him, it had put me in a hospital bed, bleeding, unable to eat for days.
Now I was handing the same pain back to him. Untouched.
He clenched his jaw, fingers trembling as he grabbed the bottle and twisted off the cap. He tipped his head back and drank.
The liquor seared down his throat. He choked hard, tears and snot streaking his face.
He didn't stop. He forced down the entire bottle.
When the last drop was gone, he hurled the empty bottle to the floor and doubled over, clutching his stomach.
"Vivienne... I finished it... Forgive me..."
I watched him curl on the ground, cold and still, a faint smirk of contempt on my lips.
"Well done.
