Chapter 100 What If He Is The Insider?

• The study smelled of leather and old wood, the heavy scent wrapping around me like a heavy chain I couldn’t break free from. Maybe, I might never break free from it. The fire in the hearth crackled weakly, but its warmth was too little to burn up the cold fear in my heart.
• I sat alone behind the massive oak table, shoulders stiff, fingers tapping absently against the hard face and my mind very far away and thinking about everything at once. The whiskey glass near my hand remained untouched. I had poured it almost an hour ago, but the thought of drinking it made my stomach twist. I didn't pour it there because I wanted to drink it, I prefer staring at it
• I sighed and after giving it a second thought, I grabbed the glass and gulped everything down in one swift motion.