The bride of the Darkcorvus

*Marcella POV*

"Another shot!" I demand, slamming the shot cup back to the counter. The bartender pours more liquor; I pick it up close to my mouth and gulp it all down my throat. My throat burns as a punishment for my greediness.

"Hello Damsel!" I made an annoying sound and turned to look at the owner of the deep, husky voice. His face screams perfection: brooding shoulders that would be so sexy to wrap arms around, arms covered with beautiful tattoos, and a few piercings on both sides of his ear, nose, and tongue, I guess. I drool for some minutes but slap myself back to reality. I should be worried about my life right now, not drooling over a stranger; I've just a few hours as a single lady.

"Do you mind having a drink with me?" I roll my eyes at his polite approach. I know what dudes like him want. I flap my chocolate hair rudely, my brown eyes checking him out.

"Go over that dancefloor; you will find the pawn you are looking for; they are all tailored to your taste." I watch the strange man from the corner of my eyes; his face forms a deep frown, but he quickly replaces it with a sweet smile.

"You got good acting skills," I score him in my mind. I snap my fingers in the air, thereby calling the bartender.

"Give this gentleman six cups of short; I will pay; at least let me pay him for his entrainment." My words hold a hint of sarcasm; the strange man chuckles, and I arch my brows at him.

"I hope you don't mind sharing it with me, or are you a newbie in alcohol?" I feel my body boil at that statement; it lessens my ego as a person. "Two more shots, please," I order foolishly. I have reached my limit, but I hate when someone dares me; it hurts my ego.

He drank the six shorts repeatedly and was able to finish it within a minute. I am tempted by his performance and also decide to prove to him that I'm up to the task; it turns out to be my greatest mistake. As soon as I'm done taking the two shots, making it a total of ten shots I have taken for the night, my mind becomes foggy. I could barely stand properly or hold my sight; my eyes were spinning heavily.

"Are you okay?" I feel the strange's breath fanned my ear; he is too close, too fucking close; he is calling out my hormones at this state. I badly wanted to push him away; he was looking like a sweet temptation right now.

"Where are you heading? I can take you there." His question reminds me of home, a home that used to be my haven but now is like a haunted house to me.