Cedrick’s POV
“It’s good to see you in fine shape, Cedrick!” Xenon, the host of the evening, greeted me with an easy smile. He stood casually, his ever-present glass of liquor dangling from his hand, its amber hues catching the light. I couldn’t help but notice the irony—he had what I wanted, but I didn’t dare indulge again. Not yet, at least. Not while my head still felt like it was being crushed by the aftermath of drinking.
“Thank you, Xenon. And I must apologize for my earlier behavior.” I forced a laugh.
“I got carried away by the atmosphere, I suppose. It’s been a while since I’ve been at such a lively gathering.” It was a poor excuse, but it was better than admitting the truth: I’d been running—fleeing from my own flesh desires.
Xenon raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, that’
