My muscles tighten and I snatch a shot, then down it in one go and suppress a wince against the burn. Nikolai’s eyes explode in a myriad of violent intensity, and rage radiates from him in waves. It’s suddenly hard to swallow and I have to force down the need to clear my throat. Unfamiliar anger ripples through me as he continues glaring. What the hell did he expect? Why the fuck is he even expecting anything from me?
