The alcohol coursed through my veins, yet it failed to cloud my mind. My regeneration dulled its effects, reducing it to nothing more than a mild sedative—just enough to steady my frayed emotions. I was exhausted, not physically but emotionally, and the choice I was making now was one I never thought I would. I wasn’t in love with Kenzo. In truth, I wasn’t sure if I had the capacity to open my heart to anyone anymore. My feelings for Hadrian still burned within me, a painful reminder of ...