Chapter 10: Sadness
Kaya
"Get the glasses." Jack jerks his hand at Shelly, and she obeys without hesitation.
"You’ll be serving Reiner’s men. They’re in the guest room. Charlie will show you the way." He barely spares her a glance before shifting his attention to me. "And you," he says, jabbing a thick finger in my direction, "grab that tray over there and hold it. I’ll pour the drinks. Can’t afford any mistakes when it comes to serving that demon."
Silently, I pick up the tray and wait. Jack doesn’t reach for the fresh bottle of whiskey—the same kind Alpha Damien prefers. No. Instead, his fingers curl around a tall crystal carafe, its body encased in an intricate golden snake that coils up to the very top.
The honey-colored liquor inside shimmers under the dim light, a rich golden undertone swirling as he tilts the vessel. The liquid flows smoothly into the glasses, and for a fleeting moment, I catch myself staring, my mouth watering at the sight.
Why am I craving a drink?
Well, that’s a lie. I know exactly why. I have too many reasons to drown myself in alcohol right now. But if I had to pick just one? Meeting Alpha Reiner takes the crown.
A sharp screech of a door jolts me from my thoughts. I turn in time to see a man stride into the kitchen. His square jaw and bleached-white hair seem almost comical, an odd contrast to the menace he’s supposed to exude. The ridiculous mismatch between his appearance and his role in this place makes my skin prickle.
"Charlie." Jack motions to him with a lazy wave of his meaty hand. The newcomer nods, closing the distance between them in just a few broad strides.
"This one goes to the guest room," Jack says, giving Shelly a rough shove between the shoulder blades. She stumbles forward, nearly colliding with Charlie’s chest.
"Don’t go in with her," Jack continues, his tone flat and final. "But make sure you follow her—in and out."
"Got it." Charlie nods once, his square face remaining eerily blank. Then, without warning, he shoves Shelly forward, his tongue darting across his thin lips as his beady black eyes rake over her backside.