Chapter 64 A Red-haired Storm & Guilt In The Crystal Ball

• For the past few weeks, Mixarnt had been sulking in the tavern. He was drinking—but to no effect. Thanks to Xarnt’s curse, every alcohol he touched or drank turned into water. No matter how much he tried, the booze just tasted like bland liquid. It pissed him off. He wished he could drink the frustration away.
• “Hey, handsome.”
• The voice belonged to a striking woman with blazing red hair cut into a bob. She wore a sports bra under a loose denim jacket, and tight, flexible yoga pants that accentuated every curve of her athletic figure. Heads turned. The men in the tavern stared, wide-eyed, practically drooling.