ASHRIEL LEANED back against the leather seat of his car, with his fingers wrapped on the steering wheel and the other resting on the open window. Tinignan niya ang bar na nasa malapit at napabuntong hininga.
The memory of that night was gnawing at him again.
Dalawang linggo na ang nakalipas simula ng mangyari ‘yon at pumunta pa siya sa business trip pero pagbalik niya naalala na niya naman.
The bar. The sword blade — coated with blood — gleamed against the light.
“Ash!”
Ashriel was startled when someone tapped his shoulder from outside. Mabilis pa siyang tumingin at tinignan na lamang ng masama si Kaisen.
Kaisen chuckled. “Tara na. Don’t zone out on me. Gael’s already waiting at the lounge.”
Isang pilit na tango ang itinugon ni Ashriel kahit mabigat ang kalooban niya na muling p
