He tried to keep a straight face, but it failed and he laughed again. "That wasn't my fault... I'm gonna blame the party shop for that."

Taking the bottle from her, he popped the lid off and held it for her to take again. It was a bottle of the sweet berry wine he had made last summer, with a tiny bit of mint mixed in.

He had never been to Edge. That city didn't even exist for him. It was more like those moments when the Turks were all together in the headquarters having downtime. Teasing and drinks were his favorite memories. Being with Elena made him forget everything that had happened.

Lifting a hand, he trailed her nose with a finger. "Not a bad brew, huh? Yeah. Small's good. Not many people I want around."