Chapter 32

Hazz's POV

"And what would your conditions be, Hazz? " asked Jessy in a low voice.

I opened my mouth to answer, but my company interrupted me, raising a hand. A waiter in oriental and peculiar clothes approached with some drinks, and, although it was not a wine, I knew that sake was even stronger and better persuasive for people weak to alcohol.

I didn't used to drink, and I knew that my truths would be totally contradictory after those first sips, but Jessy watched me with expectation, thinking that I would feel uncomfortable with the place again. So, just because she was still looking, I drank a big sip, and despite the grimace and the cough attack, I laughed like someone was already under the

"Blood of Jesus! "I cursed softly, feeling the burning and salty bitterness sliding down my throat. Jessy laughed. Whether it was for my expression of deep pain or the peculiar swearing, she didn't say, but laughed like a five-year-old girl. I coughed once again, hitt