Once the words left hwr mouth, Adeline swayed beneath the silver light of the full moon, her feet stumbling slightly over the dewy grass. The night air was warm, wrapping around her like an intoxicating embrace. But the alcohol had already done that. It had seeped into her limbs, made her head light, her lips loose, her desires even looser. She threw her arms wide and spun, giggling as the world tilted beneath her.
Lucan stood a few feet away, his hands tucked behind his robes, watching her with a mixture of amusement and caution. He had never seen her drink before, and with the lightness of tonight's adve tjre and rhe drinks she had had far too many of, there was a recklessness to her, and it aros4 a yearning that he was not sure she would remember come morning.
“Lucan,” she called, her
