Zara’s POV

“Jeez Zara. Easy on the liquor, girl!” Rob called out from behind as he watched me wash down the last dregs of my umpteenth glass of burning Dragonian scotch down my throat.

I seemed to be so possessed with the hard core drink the moment I tasted it for the first time tonight that I could not find it in me to part away with the evilly addicting nectar even for a second!

Ughh.

I am a bad, bad girl now.

Hehe.

“I can’t help it, Robbie ...