Vincent slumped back inside Mandrake his entire body drained from the evening’s campaign.
He desperately needed a stiff drink to help with his aching limbs, so he took himself into the drawing room and poured himself a large glass of whiskey, raising it to his fallen soldiers before downing it in one.
The fire coursed through his body causing him to shudder, involuntarily.
Against his better judgement, he poured himself another large measure and downed that too.
Placing his glass back on the table, Vincent went into his study and grabbed the key to the cellar. With all the spilt blood on the floor he did not want anyone to venture down there until he had arranged to have the area cleaned.
The less awkward questions asked, the better.
Dragging himself up the stairs, Vincent noticed th
