Chapter 15

Samos gestured his hand towards his wooden table and we obliged to his amenity. When we were finally settled, I couldn't help the gush of questions.

"Kaleya? Why did you call me by that name? Do you know me?"

Samos shook his head, tucking inside one of his wooden drawers. My gaze instantly landed on the bottle of whisk he pulled out of his hand. He held it out mid-air as if offering us a drink. I looked at Chance and realized we were thinking of the same thing, we kindly declined the offer.

"No, I don't know you girl...but I may have what you're looking for," Samos replied, popping the bottle cap with