A sharp intake of breath escaped Adeline's lips as she lowered her gaze to his hand, her eyes widening in surprise before she jerked her head up. But just as her eyes met his, Enzo pressed two fingers onto the top of her head, pushing it back down gently.
"No," he said. "You're not going over there like that."
Adeline huffed, swatting his hand away. "Fine! Get your hands off me."
Turning back toward the bartender's direction, she took a deep breath, gathering the courage to approach him. Just then, one of the servers passed by carrying a tray of drinks. She snatched one of the glasses without even looking at the tray, ignoring the server's surprised glance.
She brought the drink to her lips and closed her eyes, downing it in one go. The moment the liquid hit her throat, she regretted it. Her eyes shot wide open, and a violent burn spread through her chest. Whiskey.
