Victor's POV
No matter how much whiskey I drank, the burn sensation did nothing to silence the noise in my head.
I couldn't stop, glass after glass, I kept drinking. Slow at first. Then faster.
Abel remained seated in front of me, but he wasn’t saying much. I could feel his eyes on me. Waiting. Probably wondering when I would snap.
But I was already breaking. Not from war. Not from pack pressure. But from Selene.
Running a hand down my face, I groaned and slumped back in the booth. My chest felt tight, like someone had dug their claws in and refused to let go.
“You don't look so good. Do you need me to… call someone? Anyone at all?” Abel asked, his tone low.
I didn’t answer because he wouldn't be able to call the person I really wanted to see at that moment. And even if he did cal
