The can in Leo's hand was distorted from the pressure he was applying on it. Why would Shera do such a thing? It was none of his business to know why she would do it to other people, but she was doing it to him and it mattered. "Why? What are you planning to do once I'm drunk?"
Shera broke into a laugh upon hearing his question. "Instead of asking me that, why don't you find out yourself? Get drunk first and you'll see what I have planned for you."
Her mocking laughter did nothing to appease his rage. He heaved in a breath as his orbs glared at her. "You think it's funny? It's not funny. Shera, you…"