[Music recommendation: Sophie Hutchings - Scattered On The Wind (Pt. 1)]
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Some time back in Valentine Residence….
In a quiet living room, a tall figure lay with his eyes shut, shirt buttons undone as he lazily sprawled on the sofa. An empty bottle of whiskey sat on the coffee table beside a glass, a telltale sign of someone who had been drowning his thoughts in alcohol.
Perhaps it was his way of dulling the persistent sting caused by the gnawing absence of the only person whose presence lit up his dark world.
Gavriel knew Aliana had been avoiding him since yesterday.
As he lay there after finishing an entire bottle of alcohol crafted specifically for demons, he could not help but have second thoughts.
He wondered if he had made a mistake by allowing Aliana to venture into his study, where she read things he had meant to hide from her for as long as possible.
