The Last Drop buzzed around you, but all you felt was Sevika's hand—her metal grip firm on your waist as she pulled you into her lap.

"You like testing me, don’t you?" she muttered, her voice low and dangerous, her breath brushing your ear.

Your heart raced, but you tilted your chin up, defiance flickering. “Maybe I do."

Her laugh was sharp, her eyes narrowing as her hand tipped your face toward hers. "Careful," she murmured, her tone soft but searing. “Push me too far, and you won’t want to see what happens next."

You weren’t so sure about that.