ROMAN'S POV

“Me? Drunk? You must be mistaken,” she slurred, her words dragging as she pushed herself up to her feet. For a second, I thought she might actually hold steady, but the next moment she staggered sideways, nearly tumbling into the chair she had just risen from.

“I feel alive!” she suddenly screamed, throwing both arms wide open as if the entire world was watching her performance. Heads turned, curious stares flicking in our direction, but she didn’t care. She looked ...