Chapter 410

Elysia tilted her head back and chugged another pint.

After finishing, she plopped down onto the couch, her gaze blurry, not just full but dizzy too.

Tarquin squinted his attractive eyes and asked her, "Can you handle more?"

"Of course, I can! I'm the champ at this, you think you can get me drunk? No way! I... I can handle two more! No, three! Try me, go on, fetch more drinks!"

After her declaration, her head drooped forward.

Her forehead knocked against the coffee table, jolting her awake.

She rubbed her forehead, whining like a toddler, "Ouch..."

Tarquin felt a pang of sympathy, but her dazed expression just made him roll his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, she suddenly turned, raised her hand, and slapped him, "Why'd you hit me?"

Tarquin was speechless. Who's hitting whom?

"I didn't hit you!"

Elysia snapped back, "If you didn't hit me, why would it hurt?"

"So, it hurts because I hit you?"

who else could've hit

have

dumb. It must've

dumbfounded. Was this what they

"I..."

may look easy

finished with a menacing grin, as if showing off how sharp her

"Scared, huh? I've got these

the bite marks on

I want to ask you

"Yeah, shoot!"

really Elijah's

She replied without

heartbeat quickened, "Then why

it, didn't you just ask me? And I admitted

you always deny

I'm perfectly sober now. Oh, I get it, you mean

"Exactly!"

looked around and gestured for Tarquin to come closer, "Lean in, I'll tell you, but let's not let

as he moved

his ear, conspiratorially low, "Because he's

"What

he's a dog, so

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