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After Cecil and I made up, we shared the last bit of vodka from the bottle. It burned a little going down, but it was a good kind of burn. The kind that made you feel alive. She gave me a tired smile and then headed downstairs, probably to rejoin the party and forget the drama for a while or maybe search for her mate.

I stayed back and pulled out my phone. I texted Zara to check who the occupants of the other rooms were and I was sure she understood the tasks. She replied almost immediately, saying she was on it.

Once that was done, I headed back into the room where Victor was. He was awake now, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling. He was still shirtles.

“Hey” I said softly, not wanting to startle him, which was a very absurd thought, knowing he must have heard me coming.

He turned his head to look at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey.”

“Feeling better?” I asked as I gently closed the door and walked over to the bed.

“Yes,” He admitted, sitting up slowly. "I didn't mea