Kiara didn’t sleep even when she was dying to, instead she waited out on the porch alongside Damion until Gabe staggered through the gate hauling Zique behind him. “F*cking hell, Zique! At least try to walk.”

Both Kiara and Damion got up, rushing over to them. “I can smell the alcohol from here…Jesus Christ Zique!” Damion grabbed Zique’s arm, helping Gabe on their journey inside.

Kiara crept behind them like a mouse in the night, her hand gripping tight to her chest when for the very first time in her life Zique’s scent made her stomach turn.

There was something about the alcohol that tainted it, it made her head hurt and her mouth water in an unpleasant way, it made he…

“Let go!” Kiara’s eyes flashed over to Zique as he pulled away from Gabe and Damion’s clutches, staggering over to her. He didn’t look like himself, his eyes were barely open, his shoulders saggy and his steps weren’t as confident as they once were. “Kiara my princess…”

Kiara stiffened when he grabbed her face. “Z