CHAPTER 60
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Zeke's POV.
It was almost midnight, and I still couldn't sleep. I was sitting there with five bottles of Fae Nectar in front of me, inside my living room. Three of the bottles were empty, one was still intact, and the other was half full.
I raised the half bottle of Fae Nectar in front of me. A dark smile crossed my lips. A normal vampire would have passed out, hallucinated, experienced a surge of power, or even fallen into madness from this very wine. But it still didn't have that much effect on me. I couldn't deny that I was intoxicated by the drink, yet it felt like I needed more of it. That's its job: a drop of it makes you feel like you should have more, but it's nothing more than a trick to pull you in.
I glanced at the wall clock and realized it was just five minutes before the new day, my sixth day of hearing from these men. All I could do was sit here, drinking, and this was utterly disgusting.
