Chapter 108

• "Day drinking already?" Kieran asked, his voice flat.
• "I spent the last four hours sleeping, slowly healing from my father's favorite brand of torture. I can feel the silver in my veins still, and the Advil in the fucking cabinet isn't going to help," Zack snapped but rolled his eyes and huffed when Kieran took a step forward. The man wasn't piss drunk, but his guard was most definitely lowered from however much alcohol he had consumed.
• Kat came out from the kitchen with two plates in her hands. Thick pancakes rose from the plate in a tower of golden sticky syrup. A stack of bacon sat on each side of the plates, sending the smoky scent into the air. She handed one to Eve and sat down beside her.