Zane POV ~
The others were dancing, laughing, living it up like they didn't have a care in the world. Except Silas....he was helping the hired chefs near the barbecue area, his expression more serious than festive.
Alfie took another long sip of his drink.
I watched him in silence for a moment, then finally asked, "What's with the drinking?Did something happen or you're just having fun."
Silence....
"It's fine if you don't want to tell me, though," I said, shrugging as I rolled my eyes and turned my gaze elsewhere. "It's not like I'm desperate to know."
With a soft scoff, I reached out to grab the bottle of alcohol Alfie was drinking from, but before I could get my fingers around it, his hand shot out. He snatched it away from me with ease.
"What's wrong with you?!" I snapped, my tone sharp with irritation as I leaned forward, determined to take the bottle again.
But Alfie didn't budge. His grip on the bottle remained firm.
