THIRTY

“You need to stop. I think you’ve had enough,” Scarlett warned, but I laughed and waved it off, gulping down another glass of wine at a go. That last cup took me from tipsy to drunk.

I have never been drunk in my entire life. The only time I ever took alcohol, Aila had made sure I didn’t take so much. I’d been tipsy but not drunk. I remember the events of that day all too well and how much work I had to do the next day when one of the beta’s daughters at Silver Moon reported us to Zella. It was my eighteenth birthday, but Zella didn’t care about any of that. I was given two times as much work as I normally did but I made sure not to tell Aila about it, or else she’ll blame herself and have one of her usual fallouts with Zella because of me.

“I’m fine,” I smiled at her, laughing hysterically at the doubtful expression on her face. Big Matt was staring at me too, his usual smile on his face. But everything around me started to spin, and I knew we needed to leave fast or else I make a