Mason
I swirled the brandy in my glass, watching it slosh against the sides. The amber liquid caught the lamplight, spinning in lazy circles.
I brought the glass to my lips and took a long drink, savoring the burn as it went down.
It wasn’t as bitter as I felt right now, but it would have to do.
I drained the rest in one gulp, then reached for the decanter and poured myself another.
“Drinking isn’t going to bring her back, Mason.” Blackburn’s voice came from across the room. My beta was sitting in the recliner, watching me with that mix of concern and frustration that had become his default expression over the past three months.
“I know that,” I muttered.
But what else was I supposed to do? Drinking helped me disconnect from reality, even if just for a little while. It numbed the gu
