Viper
It was 3:00 AM. The victory party for taking the warehouse had died down hours ago when the news about the hospital hit the club.
As I walked toward the bar, my knuckles ached from the punch I hadn't thrown. I could still see the blinding flash of the cameras. I could still see Julian’s hands touching Vivian, claiming her, claiming the life growing inside her for the six o'clock news.
I needed to hit something. I needed to tear something apart.
"Pour yourself one."
I stopped.
Kael was sitting at the far end of the bar.
A single overhead light illuminated him.
An open bottle of cheap whiskey sat between him and an empty glass. He was staring at the label.
I walked over, pulling a glass from the rack and sat on the stool two feet away from him. I poured the amber liquid to
