Chapter Fourteen
Macey didn't let go of the whisky bottle. No, she was clutching it like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. Which was kind of true. She wanted to forget what the evil thing down in the basement had said. She wanted to believe that it was just a lie. And most of all, she wanted to get really, really pissed.
"Can't you get drunk on the cheap stuff?" Rónán complained. "This whisky should be celebrated and drunk in small doses, not like you're doing it at the moment."
She didn't deign to reply. All she cared about was that the whisky was full of alcohol. If she was lucky, she was going to replicate her very first hangover. It had been one of the first nights on land and her brothers had taken her to the local pub. They gave her random drinks to try and she dra
