Logan thought about it for a moment. His eyes showed that he was torn.
Then he looked at me and said, “Dear, why don’t you—” in a hesitant voice.
I took the rum glass from Peyton and stared at him without saying anything.
Logan, who is 17 years old and next to me, quickly stopped me.
“Skylar, you’re a person! If you drink werewolf drinks, you’ll die!”
The rum with grass in it was made with a plant that only they had. Werewolves who drank it would get more energy, but humans might have an allergic reaction and die from suffocation.
Logan kept that kind of alcohol out of our castle ever since we stayed on the werewolves’ land. He even told his whole family not to drink it so that I wouldn’t accidentally drink it.
But his older self had forgotten about that danger.
I smiled and raised my glass to Peyton.
“Logan, this will be my first.”
When the bitter alcohol slid down my throat, I almost cried because it hurt so much.
Logan’s younger self went from being worried to feeling bad for me. Then he looked guilty.
“I’m sorry, Skylar.”
I said to myself, “Logan, it’s okay.” I could give love and then take it away.
After I drank, everyone in the room started to have fun and get loud.
Logan held my waist, and I didn’t fight to get away. I sat next to him.
I stood there in silence, looking at the ground and thinking, “Logan, you have two more chances.” Everyone else in the room started to party.
As the rum I drank started to work, rashes appeared all over my face. I started to breathe quickly and shallowly.
Logan yelled for help in a worried way, but no one else could hear or see him.
He ran to his older self to try to warn Logan, who was 27 at the time, about how I was doing.
Sadly, his hand went through older Logan’s body, so he couldn’t touch anyone.
Meanwhile, older Logan was too busy talking and drinking with Peyton to see how I had changed.
Another woman who sat next to me saw that I was having trouble breathing and asked, “Ms. Hey Allen, what’s going on?”
The rashes on my face hurt. I held my neck and opened my mouth to gasp for air. I couldn’t talk.
Logan finally remembered that I was a person and not a werewolf, so I couldn’t drink werewolf rum.
He was scared and guilty, so he tried to pick me up.
“Skylar, don’t give up! I’ll take you to see Dr. Harris. He has some diluents that could help.
I had a hard time getting out of the room after shaking his hand.
Logan jumped up and pulled me into his arms with all his strength.
“Skylar, listen to me! You need to get an injection of diluents, or you could die!”
Peyton reached out to pull him back.
“Logan, the party isn’t over yet. It’s not nice of you to leave.”
Even though he looked guilty, he still chose to take me out of the room. “Peyton, Skylar is in danger,” he said. “I’ll throw a bigger party later to make it up to you, okay?”
Logan walked into Richard Harris’s clinic and mumbled, “Skylar, hang in there. You’ll be fine soon.”
When he saw Richard inject the diluent into my veins, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
I was in bed. He took my hand and said, “I’m sorry. It was my fault. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you after you drank that rum.”
I turned my head away and didn’t talk to him.
I knew Logan loved me, but it didn’t matter because I had to share his love with a lot of other women.
Logan, who was younger, cried and put his cheek against mine. I was too tired to comfort either of them.
“I want to rest.”
Logan carefully tucked me in and looked at me with love. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”
I shut my eyes and didn’t pay attention to him.
