Dominic's POV
The wine glass glowed amber in the dim light of my study, the bourbon-spiked red blending gradually in my hand like a fuse burning in slow motion. I'd poured it too strong, but I needed it that way- needed the weight, the heat, the diversion. The lights of the city outside sparkled against the darkness like a distant, indifferent galaxy. Miles Davis crooned low from within the speakers, something slow, sax-heavy, and mellow enough to stave off the rage from rising too soon.
I needed stillness. Some semblance of peace to quiet the volcano bubbling just under the surface. Ever since Liana’s name started making rounds again, since that cursed gala night, when everything I’d buried started clawing its way back to the surface, I hadn’t slept more than three hours a night.
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