Cooper was leaning heavily on the Warlock’s shoulder, his eyes even more bloodshot than they’d been when he’d awoken from his potion-induced sleep the night before. I felt myself getting furious all over again.Cooper spotted me, and at first he had an “uh-oh, busted” expression on his face, but then I guess he saw my tears and looked genuinely concerned. I was too angry to care; he knew I hated it when they went drinking. They could have used a pretty easy spell to get themselves sobered up after their bender, could have at least pretended they’d actually gone shopping, but no. That would have required a slight bit of effort and respect for my feelings.“Jessie, whassamatter?” he slurred.“Shitfaced and it’s not even three. You guys are so fucking predictable.”“Jessie, we just—” the Warlock began.I held up my hands as I strode away from them to the patio doors. “Save it. Just leave me alone.”Pal approached me as I stomped into the backyard. “How did it go with your father?”“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
