Chapter 215: Your Majesty, Time for Bed

Seeing Diego Santee's red-rimmed eyes, Arya Moore felt nothing but deep, aching pity. "There's some in the car." She turned and hurried off. Moments later, she came back with an unopened bottle of baijiu and a clean glass. She crouched beside him, carefully twisted off the cap, and poured him the first full glass. Diego took it without a flicker of hesitation and tipped it back in one long swallow. The liquor burned hard all the way down his throat. He didn't use any true force to blunt the alcohol....