Elias’s POV
“Can I get a refill?” I muttered, raising my glass toward the bartender.
He gave me a cautious look. “Sir, I think you’ve had too much already. You’re going to pass out if you keep going.”
I frowned, annoyed at the sudden concern. “Shut up and refill it,” I snapped, the irritation thick in my tone.
He hesitated, and that only made my blood boil more. But eventually, he gave in, poured me another shot, and I downed it in one go. The burning sensation slid down my throat like fire, but I welcomed it. I smiled—something twisted and bitter curling on my lips.
“Alina…” I slurred, scoffing under my breath. A half-laugh, half-scoff slipped out as the image of that boy—the one who hit me—flashed in my mind. I burst into manic laughter.
“Alina moved on… with someone younger?” I sa
