Adoration is beautiful, but fear is so much sweeter.
{sequel to Cherry Wine-read that first, or this will make 0 sense! will contain violence, mental health issues and adult themes. read at your own risk}
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The scopolamine did not fully flush itself from my veins for the next four or so hours. It was difficult to keep my thoughts straight in my head. On one hand, it was nice not to be worried for once, to have the hyper awareness the downtown disaster left me with lifted away. On the other, mindlessly doing whatever I was told was not a precedent I wanted to set.
The boys were on edge when we made our way outside for dinner. Death wasn't anything new to any of us, but the possible repercussions of Sokol's execution were widespread. Should his body be found, he could be traced back to Lex, and that would be the end of any peace we found out here.
The night was fragrant with blue smoke wafting from Carlisle's cigarettes, and so warm the red silk of my dress stuck to my lower back. I sipped from Lex's wine glass as the meal went on. Despite my first experience with red wine, the rich merlot didn't feel as though it was having any effect on me. It went down easily, and before I knew it, I'd finished the glass.
I didn't talk much after dinner. While the other three downed coffee and whisky, I drifted instead to the rail at the stern of the boat. The unnamed guard in charge of our navigation was moving us to a new location, a cove Carlisle had found, where we would be well hidden. The churn of the water behind us made a rhythmic hum in the night. I rested my elbows on the guard rail and watched the lights of the village on shore dim.
