C317 Sorry, Thank You!(3)

"Shit! Have you lost your mind?"

At the foot of the bed, the equally imposing Kane Feloch strode over to the liquor cabinet, pulled it open, and retrieved a bottle of whiskey. "Care for a drink?" he offered.

His odd behavior didn't escape Mifaer's notice. Narrowing his eyes, he watched for a moment before abruptly climbing off the girl, slipping into a robe with nonchalance