Drake stopped a few steps away from me, his gaze drifting past my shoulder, toward the bedroom I had just left: Cassian's quarters. The storm in his eyes grew darker, more turbulent.
He lowered his eyes, bowing stiffly, his voice echoing as if from a pit.
"Your Highness."
His breath reeked of alcohol, making me wrinkle my nose. What's with everyone drinking themselves stupid tonight?
"Hey." I forced a smile, barely steadying myself. I was tipsy too, not that I was in any position to judge.
Drake reached out as if to support me but froze midway. He pulled his hand back.
"Let me escort you to your chamber."
I glanced at the rainwater still dripping from his body. If I said yes, wouldn't that be considered exploiting labor?
"No need."
I waved him off and walked past him. If you're drunk, just go to bed. Don't try to play the responsible knight with me.
But Drake grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
"You're drunk."
"Just a little buzzed. I can still walk."
