Forbidden Desires

Chapter Eighteen: Love Bite

I tapped my foot to the beat as I watched Isobelle dance her way around the bar in the entertainment room.

I didn't want to drink anymore, especially since I sobered up after Isobelle sliced my palm, the surface wound bleeding profusely.

I'm not exactly sure what happened but I'm pretty sure it was binding. When both Isobelle and Jack asked me to join them for more drinks I was utterly surprised.

I thought they were going to send me on my way, back to Dante's room to wait for his arrival, but I didn't get a chance to respond as I was forcefully dragged away.

I didn't have it in me to deny the perfectly crafted electric blue drink when Isobelle handed it to me as she shot me a dazzling smile.

Now here I am watching a whirlwind grab bottles as she poured over twenty different liquids into a mixer.

Thank god that was for Jack.

I tentatively tasted the eclectic blue concoction. I felt my face pucker as the tartness coated my tongue and I almost spit the drink out until I felt my eyes widening.

Within seconds the tartness disappeared leaving behind an extremely sweet taste in my mouth that reminded me of molasses.

My tongue tingled as I felt my saliva glands activating and my jaw locking from the sharp flavors attacking my senses.

I pulled back the glass as I looked at the liquid wondering what the hell it was. My sober thoughts that were gradually taking over, once again abandoned me as the alcohol infiltrated my veins.

The bar stool I was sitting on pressed against my back as I leaned into its spine thankful for the support.

"What is this," I said as I went in for another sample making sure that my senses weren't failing me now.

"It's a regular cocktail, I've only added a drop of rozul," I furrowed my brows at her. I've heard that before. Rozul.

It was on the tip of my tongue but I just couldn't remember where as the thought evaded me slipping through the cracks of consciousness.

"What's rozul?" I asked her as I tried to imitate the way she rolled her tongue and failing terribly.

"Rozul, is a witch potion brewed especially for humans exposed to our world." Jack answered as he sat beside me with glass filled to the brim with a black substance.

Jack tilted the glass to his lips and I had the urge to bolt when I saw the edge of the glass turn burgundy as a slither of light hit its corner.

When Jack set the glass down again the dark red substance was thick as it sluggishly dripped back into place before finally settling.

"It prevents you from getting drunk too fast, forgetting anything, and those terrible hangovers while still feeling drunk. That's why you get that tartness, the rozul, everytime you drink before you taste the actual cocktail. Minor inconvenience," Jack said as he tipped his glass in my direction.

I gagged.

I couldn't control my facial expression as my features twisted into disgust and I felt the bile creeping up my esophagus.

I forcefully swallowed it down.

Jack stared at me silently with a raised eyebrow as he smirked.

"I promise it's good," He nodded as he took another mouthful but this time dark droplets dribbled down his chin.

"It's just blood, you'll have to get used to it if you're Dante's mate." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Jack stop terrifying the poor girl, all with good time," Isobelle interjected as she slapped his shoulder while coming out from behind the bar.