LORIEN LEGACIES AESTHETIC: Craylexa chapter 12 [CHAPTERS]
“Be careful,” I say. “I don’t think the drinks here are the same as the ampules back home.”
Crayton laughs a little at this, but then his face goes serious. He reaches into his pocket and then slides a key to me.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“To my room.” He holds up his glass, shaking it back and forth before downing the rest of its contents. “Just in case I’m sleeping so deeply in the morning that I’m not up and ready to be photographed. One of you might have to drag me out of bed.”









