TRISTAN
The wine was bitter, but I liked it that way. I tipped the goblet back and drained the last drop in one pull. It didn't burn enough to drown out the taste of her blood still on my tongue. Nothing ever would.
"Another?" Trevor's voice slid in from the side. He held a fresh goblet, a smirk playing on his lips like always.
I didn't answer, just snatched the glass from him and swallowed half of it in one breath. The weight in my chest didn't shift. The taste of Celeste's blood still lingered on my tongue, hotter and stronger than any wine.
Trevor leaned lazily against the pillar beside me, scanning the ballroom. "So many pretty things tonight," He drawled. "Did you see the Beta's daughter? Hair like spun gold. Sweet little smile. Bet she would fall to her knees the moment you wink."
I grunted, uninterested.
