*MIRA’S POV*

I sat speechless, trying to find the words. UGH! Why hadn’t I just gone to bed?

Failing to think up an excuse, I decided to just be honest. I was tired of lying to him anyway.

“He brought me the wine,” I answered cooly.

Trae’s eyes went dark. “HOW?” he growled.

“I’d imagine he carried it,” I remarked, sarcastically.

“Don’t be coy, Mirianna…” he snapped. “How did he get ...