Chapter 65
- Alexander stumbled into the dimly lit bar, the neon signs blurring together in a kaleidoscope of color as his mind reeled from the painful encounter with Roslyn.
- He collapsed onto a stool, ordering a whiskey in a desperate attempt to dull the searing ache that had taken residence in his chest.
- The bartender raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Rough day, buddy?" he asked.