Who Sent You Here?

Elara’s POV

My hands shook so badly that the heavy glass bottle slipped in my grip, sending a stream of amber liquid cascading wildly across the polished bar. The expensive bourbon I was pouring for one of our rowdy regulars formed a growing puddle, dripping over the edge onto the dusty wooden floorboards.

"Jesus, Elara!" Cora hissed, rushing over with a damp rag. "You just wasted twenty bucks of