Chapter 67

DUNCAN POV

I would be lying if I said I knew how I got to the bar. Everything was a giant mess of blur and murk, and nothing seemed to make sense.

The whiskey was a memory of warmth as it settled in my stomach, heating up my icy cold chest on its voyage down my internal pipes. I raised my head to look around the dimly lit bar, before dragging my eyes back to the amber and golden liquid in the glass grasped in my hand. I traced my finger on the rim of the glass, admiring the warm taste that resembled a tinge of normalcy. I nursed the liquid steadily, listening to the voices in my head as they bickered back and forth, trying to come up with one simple answer that would put a full stop to all of this mess. I was tired of question marks.

“So what are you going to do?” Yet another question I didn’t hold an answer to. If only Apollo knew, then he wouldn’t have asked. I remained quiet for a minute longer, listening to it as it fell into a jumble of mess in my head.

“I don’t know. Move bac