Liam’s POV
The scotch scorched its way down my gullet, a much-needed escape from the heavier burdens weighing on me right then. Setting the tumbler back on the surface, I eyed the golden-brown booze swirling perilously near the edge before I knocked it back in one go.
“Jace… Rhea…” I muttered, doing my best imitation of Bella’s tone. “Talk about a real stretch of generosity, huh?”
I gave the liquid in the glass a lazy twirl as I stared into its depths. My third or maybe fourth bottle—I honestly couldn’t keep track, and truth be told, it didn’t matter a damn to me. Not one bit.
The faint glow in the corridor threw elongated, wavering shadows all around, offering a kind of quiet comfort in their midst. I was slumped in a nook of the space, my shirt only partly fastened and all wrinkled u
