Nick
Watching my twin brother stumble around with a flushed face and a stupid, drunk grin while leaning heavily into Cassian's side was bad enough.
Watching Cyan throw back shot after shot with Mason like they were long-lost childhood best friends was infinitely worse.
The three of them were completely out of their minds. The alcohol had taken whatever tiny shred of sense they had left and thrown it right out the window.
I stood a few feet back, my hands crossed, trying my absolute best to pretend I was anywhere else on earth.
Beside me, Cassian was radiating a low, suffocating heat.
He hadn't said a word since Noah left and came back smelling like cheap tequila, but his jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth might shatter.
I looked sideways at him, keeping my expression as blank as humanly possible. I could feel the weight of his eyes on me every few seconds, heavy and insistent.
