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arrogant manner annoyed me…but I still liked being around him. Maybe the smartass in me
recognized a kindred spirit.
Somewhere in the back of my drunken mind, a light clicked on. But I couldn't quite get to it. I
drank more water.
"You haven't had a cigarette in, like, ten minutes," I pointed out, wanting to change the subject.
He made a face. "No smoking in here."
"I'm sure you've made up for it in punch."
His smile returned. "Well, some of us can hold our liquor. You aren't going to be sick, are
you?"
I still felt tipsy but no longer nauseous. "No."
"Good."
I thought back to when I'd dreamed about him. It had been just a dream, but it had stuck with
me, particularly the talk about me being surrounded in darkness. I wanted to ask him about it…
even though I knew it was stupid. It had been my dream, not his.
"Adrian…"
He turned his green eyes on me. "Yes, darling?"
I couldn't bring myself to ask. "Never mind."
He started to retort, then tilted his head toward the door. "Ah, here she comes."
"Who—"
Lissa stepped into the room, eyes scanning around. When she spotted us, I saw relief break over
her. I couldn't feel it, though. Intoxicants like alcohol numbed the bond. It was another reason I
shouldn't have taken such a stupid chance tonight.
"There you are," she said, kneeling beside me. Glancing at Adrian, she gave him a nod. "Hey."