When we finished the first bottle, I hopped to my feet and went in search of another. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Samkiel asked when I returned victorious with a new bottle gripped in my hand. With a wicked grin, I sat down and grabbed our glasses, pouring for both of us. “Well, I feel the need to know what drunk Samkiel is like,” I said. He picked up his glass and smirked at me before tapping my nose. “A terror like you, but not as constant.” “I want to see.” His eyes sparkled as he watched me. “You would.” My lip protruded in a small pout. “Come on. Remember, one night of
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