Chapter 16. Empty

Zave Ambrose

I quickly gulp down my second glass of whiskey in less than a minute. Yes, I'm keeping track. I usually don't bother counting. Just shows how bored I am. This dinner is dragging on, and it couldn't be more dull. The ladies at the table are nice-looking, but I don't have the energy to flirt with them.

My sisters have drained all my energy, especially Chantel. I've been worrying about her for days now. Ever since that stupid king pulled that stunt, I can't shake off the memory of her frightened expression.

I know she's strong, but that doesn't stop me from being concerned. I failed to protect her once, and I won't fail again, not with any of my sisters.

So here I am, sitting and drinking. Food isn't appealing to me.

Chantel, fashionably late as always, finally shows up. I give her a look that says, "What were you thinking?"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, drink you