Falcon was coming undone.
Madness tore through him like a storm with no shore to crash against, smashing every liquor bottle within reach, splintering tables, ripping chairs apart. His howls rattled the walls, the sound more beast than man, raw enough to scrape the marrow.
The bar was empty, he’d sent the staff home early. He needed the space to burn through his rage, and he wanted no one in sight.
No one, except maybe Lucy.
And his son.
Speaking of the devil—
The door swung open.
Kyle barely had time to register the scene before a bottle of malt whiskey came screaming through the air toward his skull. He ducked. Glass exploded against the wall behind him, the scent of aged liquor spilling into the air.
“Falcon!” Kyle’s voice was sharp with disbelief. “That would have killed me!” H
