GALLAHAN’S POV
I knew I was dampening the festive mood in the Glass Dome, but I didn’t give a flying f**k.
I meandered my way through the mingling and celebrating crowd that huddled into smaller groups of friends, a menacing glower stuck on my face.
I easily spotted Zuleika and Maliya, standing at the sideline near a deserted table, like they were a pair of wallflowers. Still, they stood out from the sheer absence of joviality that the others clearly had.
“Gallahan, were you able to talk to Willa?” Zuleika asked as soon as I was within hearing range.
She handed me a goblet of mead, her eyes looking at me questioningly.
“Disaster,” I grumbled before chugging my drink empty.
The sweet liquid slid down my throat smoothly as I silently half-wished it was a strong whiskey instead.
“Oh…
