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Kian’s Pov

The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled liquor, as I drowned my sorrows in the bitter embrace of alcohol. I held a bottle of whiskey, I had managed to like, after throwing a couple of other bottles against the wall for not meeting my expectations.

Damn it! I have worked so hard over the years, I should have enough money to get good whiskey, why do you keep bringing these subpar ones to me?” I yelled to no one in particular.

The atmosphere was filled with sound of glasses meeting their demise against the wall. Lessia’s departure left a void, a void I was trying to fill with the numbing burn of whiskey

It was probably not the whiskey that had issues, but me, I had become irritable after the disappearance of Lessia. William wasn’t helping out either, he refused to understand why I needed to get her back as soon as possible.

I didn’t know if this was because he hadn’t found his mate yet. He often saw relationships as a distraction, and would rather be with someone other