NovelEnglishChapter 300: Youre drunk, Allison said softly, her brow creasing as she studied him.
Her mind flickered back to that night on the cruise the swildness she now saw in him had surfaced back then too.
As Kellan leaned closer, the strong scent of tequila washed over her, scorching and intense.
Compared to the youthful, almost innocent demeanor of Gordon, Kellan exuded an unrelenting, mature authority.
I dont get drunk, Kellan murmured, his voice so low and rough that it was almost unrecognizable.
Yet despite his words, he was barely able to hold himself upright, half-slumped against the bed.
Tonight... tonight was a waste for you.
Allison shook her head.
She went over to the water dispenser, poured him a cup of warm water, and held it out to him.
Tonight was just for fun.
It doesnt matter if it was a waste or not.
Drink this water and sober up.
But Kellan ignored the offering.
He cracked open another bottle of liquor, taking several long swigs, his Adams apple bobbing with each gulp.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI thought I told Sherman to send you back... His voice, tinged with confusion, was softer than usual.
He didnt sound like the usual cold and aloof Mr.
Lloyd.
He sounded like... Kellan.
Allisons lips curved into a smile.
Whats this? Backing out of the banquet at the last second? No... Im just not in the mood.
His reply was quiet, nearly lost beneath the dim lighting.
He thought hed made himself clear.
Yet, she didnt leave.
Instead, she sat down beside him, reaching for a bottle of whiskey.
If youre not in the mood, why not talk about it? she suggested.
I happen to love hearing stories, especially with good liquor.
She could feel the tension swirling around him, the oppressive gloom that seemed to cling to his every word. Though she didnt know what had happened, she wasnt going to walk away now.
Shed told Sherman shed try, and she wasnt one to go back on her word.
They say the truth spills out more easily over a drink, and Kellan, always guarded and suspicious, might just let something slip tonight.
Did Ferdinand say something to you? she asked, taking a small sip and raising her glass to clink against his. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft clinking of their glasses.
Then, in a voice that was uncharacteristically gentle and tinged with self-mocking humor, Kellan replied, I asked him to investigate something for me... about what really happened to my idiot brother on the Burned Islands all those years ago.
He called his brother an idiot, but there was a flash of something dangerous in his dark eyes.
Allison caught the discrepancy immediately.
I remember you said it was a vendetta, she probed carefully.
Its because of me, Kellan suddenly answered, his tone strange.
He leaned back against the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if staring at something far beyond it.
If it werent for my birthday, he wouldnt have been foolish enough to be deceived... and Lorna wouldnt have had to watch him die... He chuckled, the sound dry and hoarse, as if recalling a joke only he understood.
Do you think he was stupid? Trustinglike that? As he laughed, the corners of his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
Allisons breath caught in her throat.
She had never seen this side of Kellan before.
When he spoke of his brothers death, his entire body radiated an unmistakable murderous intent resentment so thick it could suffocate.
And yet, he laughed.
He laughed while calling his brother an idiot, even as his eyes grew red with unshed tears.
He looked like a knife with a broken blade still sharp, still deadly, but deeply flawed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAllisons fingers tightened around her glass.
The casual demeanor shed maintained evaporated, replaced by something colder, more resolute.
She knew all too well what it felt like to lose a loved one because of yourself.
Its not your fault.
You did nothing wrong, she whispered.
It was all she could offer him, and even then, it felt woefully inadequate.
Loss... the loss of family was like a wound that never quite healed.
Im right here, Kellan.
She took a deep breath and set down the whiskey, handing over the m hangover remedy Sherman had prepared earlier.
She reminded herself not to empathize, that their relationship was e just about them using each other. Drink this... Before she could finish, Kellans hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist.
In the warm glow of the yellow light, their eyes locked, each reflecting the others silhouette.
The scent of tequila hung thick in the air, a fragrant, heady aroma that made her pulse quicken. Allisons heart pounded erratically.
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