"I said stop drinking, Mr Davies." Eloise repeated in annoyance.
She came to Harold's villa to talk to him, especially after what she heard in her father's office. But she was disappointed and surprised to see him drowning himself in alcohol.
Though alcohol didn't affect the werewolves as easily and as much as the humans, the centuries of using wolfsbane potions to suppress their wolves had taken a toll on their bodies.
And with one and a half bottles down his bladder, Harold was quite tipsy and out of his control.
He just waved his hand dismissively, insulting her, and that broke the bund of Eloise's patience. Angry, she snatched the glass from his hand only to evoke a reaction from him that made her shiver in fright.
He was instantly on his feet and caged her between his tall frame and the hard table behind. In that sudden movement, some of the alcohol from the glass spilt on Eloise's hand.
