Raven’s POV

I was only on my second glass of whiskey, while Raicko was on his fourth to celebrate. I should have been as happy as he was, but I couldn't.

"You don't have to worry about Melvin anymore," he chuckled. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

I leaned back, staring at my glass. "It's what I wanted, but that's what bothers me because of what is to come," I said.

"You mean letting Azzmi decide if she wants to be with Jeston or not? Wait, are you scared?" he asked, mocking me.

"Forget it," I ...