Chapter 480. Alcohol

Zave Ambrose

I run my hand through my hair, closing my eyes as I fight the urge to grab a drink. Something entirely different from tea. "Mera, I want a drink." I admit, the words are heavy on my tongue.

Aldric's constantly here, checking up on me but I couldn't tell him.

She's quickly at my side, "Sure, water? Some type of juice? What do you-" her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping in.

"Alcohol."

"Oh."

Mera settles beside me on the bed, "What do you need? What can I do to help you?" Her voice is soft, laced with concern.

"I don't know. Maybe just talk."

"Okay. I can do that." She starts fidgeting, glancing up at the ceiling as if all the answers are written on there. "No, I can't do it." She abruptly admits. "I have no idea what I can say. What I should do. Because all I think about is her. And him. Both of them are hauntin