Mira's POV
That second glass had gone down my throat way easier than the first. The burn just felt normal now. Almost nice, actually.
"Your turn," I'd said. Nudged his knee with mine as though it was casual. Like it didn't light up something in me. "Tell me something real."
"Like what?" He'd asked.
"Like…um, why're you hiding out here in Canada instead of fighting your suspension. I mean, I'd read the reports. I understand perfectly. The reason, all of it."
His jaw had clenched up hard. "I'm not hiding."
"You actually are, Sebastien."
"I'm waiting." He'd stared right down into his glass as though he was suddenly shy to look at me. "There's a difference."
"Waiting for what?"
"For the noise to stop."
I'd frowned. "What noise though?"
He'd tapped the side of his head. "The noise in
