Evan
For some reason, I can drink alcohol without feeling like s**t. I'm not sure if it's a full-fledged vampire thing, but I'm not complaining.
I pick up my bottle of bourbon and sigh when I hear another irritating snicker from behind. There have been a pair of eyes on my neck since I stepped into this bar.
"You can come out," I say in a bored tone. "Say what you want to say, or ask what you want to ask. Just stop watching me like a stalker."
I hear another loud snicker behind me. It belongs to Leonora... or Arachne. Honestly, I don't really care.
All I want is a few drinks and a peaceful night before Stella finally comes home from her adventure.
Dealing with Arachne isn't on my wishlist tonight.
"You're a sharp one." Arachne sits next to me and holds up her hand, ordering the
