Xavier's POV
The truth is that I could have intervened before she drank the rum punch.
But I was curious.
I wanted to see how she would act uninhibited with anxiety.
She'd slapped my hand, frowning openly, voicing opinions.
It was interesting.
Stationed between my legs, drifting into a tipsy sleep, she was a tiny thing.
Defenseless.
It felt nice to press my face into the crook of her neck, to breathe her in. She whined softly and, for a moment, I was content. I could feel her strong pulse, could smell the blood pulsing through her veins. The scent was delicious, intoxicating, and when my lips parted, teeth grazing the tanned skin of her throat, it was the hard kick to my side that made me pull back.
"She's asleep," Kai grumbled, narrowing his eyes at me.
Right.
Asleep.
Licki
