Emily slowly turned around, her head spinning from the effects of the moonshine. There stood the tall figure of Ethan behind her, illuminated by the flickering light of the ceiling fixture.

She suddenly burst into laughter, her fingers wobbling as she pointed at Ethan and spoke to Hugh. “Hugh, this moonshine packs a punch! I actually feel that Alexander is that scumbag!”

Hugh was still sober, so he was at a loss for words.

Ethan’s expression darkened. He reached out ...