Lucan watched with an exaperated sigh as Adeline broke away from him hey again and stumbled forward, her delicate frame bent over the thick hedges that lined the moonlit bushes where thwir horse was tied down. they had left the town square, but getting back to the Vahrnehall palace seemed rather impossible. The sound of hjet retching filled the otherwise quiet night, and his chest tightened.
She had drank far too much for a beginner, and he had seen it, had known it was only a matter of time before the night caught up to her. And now here she was, doubled over, one hand braced against the hedge for balance, her golden hair falling in unruly waves around her face.
With a sigh, he moved toward her, closing the distance between them in a few long strides.
“Adeline,” he murmured, crouching
