Nikolai throws back one shot after the other and offers one to Cecily. She drinks some of it, wincing, then grins wide. “Wow. This is strong.” “My specialty, babe.” That’s it. I stand, not caring about how crazed I seem, and haul her up by the elbow. She’s slightly lethargic from all the drinking and sways, then lands against my chest. “We’re leaving.”
