Mira’s POV
I stepped closer to him, and sat by the wall and took his hands…
“Bourbon or alcohol won’t take away the pain…” I turned to face him then and he turned to me as well.
“Talk to me…”
Reis stared at me for a beat longer, then he looked at the other glass of bourbon.
“You know..” he laughed dryly. “She used to scold me for drinking. You sound almost like her right now too..”
“Your aunt?” I asked softly.
He nodded. “She hated the smell of it. She said she couldn’t stand it..”
The next second, the smile had disappeared now…
I stayed quiet.
Sometimes people opened up more when you didn’t rush them. I just let him take his out and pick his words…
“She practically raised Killian and I after our parents died,” he said after a while. “Especially Killian.”
Something softened sli
