"How many drinks have you had?" Cakra demanded, pinching his nose against the overwhelming stench of alcohol. His brow furrowed deeply as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Just assault me already if you want answers," Inez slurred back, her words tumbling out without filter. Cakra's jaw clenched—she kept circling back to that forbidden subject, the one wound he couldn't bear to hear mentioned. "That's not a choice here!"