Raising the bottle to your lips, you did it without a care in the world. The whiskey was damn good, and you couldn’t help but savour it. After all, your father was supposed to be out on a mission.

Although, it was rare you ever got lucky. You heard footsteps approaching your tent, and you already knew you didn’t have enough time to put the bottle down.

As Micah took a step in, he sighed, his eyes catching yours. It didn’t take him long to smirk. “Thirsty?”