Chapter 52: Liquid Courage and Scars
"Let's rest…"
'Let's rest?' She repeated in her head…'after the humiliation I went through for you, that's all you can say?' She bit her lip.
Lirian stormed into her chambers, slamming the door behind her.
The energy of the tea party and the constant pressure of keeping up with Gabriel's dangerous world had actually pushed her to her limit.
Her reflection in the gilded mirror looked as tired as she felt, but she wasn't about to let herself break.
Not yet.
"If the plot's broken," she muttered, reaching for a crystal decanter of wine on the nearby table, "then I'll fix it myself."
She poured herself a generous glass, then another, ignoring the nagging voice in her head that warned this was a terrible idea.
If the world insisted on being out of her control, she would rewrite it on her terms.