Chapter 16: Refine!
Zayn stepped out of his room feeling significantly better.
The horrifying purification tea had done its job, and now he no longer felt like a corpse that had been left out in the sun for three days.
His hair was still damp from washing up, but at least he was fresh.
Dressed in some casual wear, he descended the stairs, his boots making a soft thud against the wood.
The moment he reached the bottom floor, the smell of food hit him — warm bread, sizzling meat, and a faint hint of something sweet.
Everyone was already seated at the dining table in a circle.
Even Kara — who had been just as drunk as him the night before — looked perfectly sober, sitting upright like she hadn't been slurring her words and throwing her arms around people just hours ago.
Zayn took a seat and greeted them. "Morning."
Bran, already stuffing his face with a large drumstick, waved lazily.
Kara smirked, obviously amused by his state, while Elisse simply nodded with her usual serene smile. Tobias, on the other hand —
Schiiing!