"Was that really necessary?" Frost whispered to his father while still covering his mouth.
"You're damn right it was! That's my prized stash you just asked for. Where do you get the stones to ask for that, plus you're only a month old you shouldn't be drinking in the first place." Dark shoved away Frost's hand, quite annoyed with his son's request almost to the point he was red in the face.
Frost asked in place of Maya for some of his specially brewed alcohol, he only made that stuff for him and him alone. He rarely even shared the stuff with Light let alone anyone else, and even then, it would be part of a trade deal. Dark was very protective of his special brews.
