Chapter 7 Crowded Rooms and Heated Looks

ANYA -

The vodka, although smooth, burned as it went down. She wasn't a novice to the strong brew, as her father had offered Anya her first drink when she was twelve.

Once more, all eyes were on Anya, and the icy fingers were back, trailing cold droplets of sweat down her spine. She couldn't u...

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