Chapter 22
Author's POV
Elgin’s fingers trembled slightly as he lifted another glass to his lips, his gaze drifting between the dim light of the bar and the ringing phone screen. Miles’ name flashed insistently, but Elgin ignored it, too wrapped up in the haze of anger and jealousy to care. One more drink wouldn’t hurt—maybe then, he could drown out the maddening thoughts of Xylene and Mimilia.
The bar was dimly lit, and although there were fluorescent bulbs, it was the colored ones to just make the bar look serene and cool. A lot of stuff went on in the bar, but it was hard to see exactly, which is why bright and colorless bulbs are not used. It was past evening,— late evening already, the whole area was filled with an air of quiet tension.
Not quite long the bard was noisy from peop
