Georgory's Pov
I gripped the bottle tighter, the weight of it anchoring me in my chair as I stared blankly at the swirling liquid. The burn in my throat was all that reminded me I was still here, still stuck in this endless loop.
"Will you stop this?” Daniel's voice cut through the fog of my mind, but I didn’t look up. His footsteps approached, echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. “That’s your fifth bottle. You need to stop.”
I laughed bitterly, bringing the bottle to my lips again. “Stop? What for, Daniel?” I muttered, my voice low and rough.
“We’re on the edge of war. People I trusted betrayed me, Emma’s gone, and my children…” I trailed off, swallowing hard. “What am I supposed to do? You tell me.”
Daniel stood before me, frustration radiating off him in waves. “You think
