Chapter 18 Drunk

• The party was winding down, but the warmth of the bonfire and the heady mix of laughter and music kept the night alive. I could barely stand straight, my vision slightly blurry as the alcohol coursed through my veins. Duke, ever the responsible one, had been watching me with increasing concern.
• "Raven, it's time to go," Duke said, his voice firm but gentle. He placed a steadying hand on my arm, his touch warm and reassuring.
• I blinked up at him, a drunken smile spreading across my face. "Why? The party's still going!"