Thea Lynch couldn't tell if Ian Preston was drunk, but as the host, she couldn't just leave him here unattended at this moment.
"Third Brother."
Taking a deep breath as if facing a formidable opponent, Thea walked over to him. "Fourth Brother and the others have gone back?"
Sean Bell was always mischievous, and with Silas Cheney as an ally, those two together rarely did anything good.
Ian leaned back in his seat, his eyes half-concealing a hint of intoxication. It was unclear if he heard her words, as he didn't respond, simply gazing silently at her.
As she approached, Thea caught the strong scent of alcohol on him.
Frowning slightly, Thea extended her hand, "Can you walk on your own, Third Brother? I can take you back."
He still didn't speak, his dark eyes locked onto her, his blazing gaze tracing every inch of her face.
Fortunately, Thea had some experience with this.
