“You won’t need those,” he stated, casually moving to hand me the purple drink and return to pour himself another. “You will, however, need this,” he said with a sinister smile. “You should find a new drinking buddy. I’m not interested. All hell is breaking loose out there,” I bit out, angrily pointing to the hallway. “You’ve got it all wrong, pet. Hell is in here, where the devil is.” He winked. “Last chance to drink your mead,” his gravelly voice purred as he walked past me. In my brief encounter with the libation, faerie mead had been wild. In my brief encounter with the libation, faerie
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