The city lights of London blurred outside the large glass windows of the bar.
It was one of those high-end lounges where powerful businessmen came to escape the noise of their own lives. Soft jazz music played in the background while bartenders moved quietly behind the counter.
Damein sat alone at the far end of the bar.
A half-empty glass of whiskey rested in front of him.
Another sat beside it.
His tie was loose, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes were slightly red, and his posture carried the heaviness of someone who had been drinking far longer than he should have.
The bartender hesitated before pouring him another drink.
"You sure about that, sir?"
Damein didn't even look up.
"Just pour it."
The glass was filled again.
He picked it up immediately and swallowed a
