Chapter 98 Behind The Hatred Part 2

• Krimson’s P.O.V
• We both ignored the poor condition of the house, the array of bottles and the stench of alcohol that still clung to the air. And he guided me to the couches, clearing out a space for the both of us before we went to my cabinet and took out two glasses and filled it to the brim with whiskey.
• I took the glass from him, taking a few swigs as I watched him take a seat in front of me, his eyes never leaving my form.