Chapter 43

Cirilla's Point Of View

"One shot! One shot! One shot!"

I didn't stop. I kept gulping down the liquid content in my glass, ignoring the burning trail that began from the back of my tongue, through the throat, past my chest, and settled in the core of my stomach.

I groaned, successfully chugging down the drink. Only the heavens knew what exactly Dorian had mixed in there for me.

I flipped the glass upside down on the table, smirking with pride.

"Happy birthday!" They all chorused, chugging down their drinks.

We were at Lakita bar with just a small crowd. Miles had closed the bar earlier tonight and had given me a day off.

"One more round moonpie!" Dorian shouted over the music playing, and I groaned, shaking my head.

"I'm not gulping down any of those again or I might just throw up," I yelled back, grabbing my phone and walking to the counter.

I checked my call log and there haven't been any calls from Asher. To say I was getting mad was an understatement. He promised he'd be here.

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