Chapter 16 The Answer Is Not At The End Of A Bottle (Make It A Vodka Bottle Instead)

Maeve shoved the drink down her throat— it was fast and immediate, and yet, there was no burn. No fire. No will to die resurfacing. She sighed and placed the glass down. “They said they had alcohol. What is this? Caprisun?”

Amir, who was standing next to her, tried not to budge his head towards the...

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