Chapter 151

There used to be a time when he woke up to the sight of her sleeping; he remembered tracing the outline of her face and being able to tell if she was having a nightmare or a candy dream. But these days, his first thought was if the bottle was full.

Today, it wasn't. So, throwing a shirt and leaving the buttons unattended, with the walls and rails partially supporting his steps, he was out of the room and moving towards the minibar. 

He could hear the tiny whispers from the housekeepers, their look in his direction driven by awe. But he understood them; it wasn't every day one spotted a live zombie right before you and, instead of seeking brains, ignored your existence.

Reaching the door, he pushed it open, and, coming to the sight of the filled bar, he sighed in satisfaction.

Months ago, beating Rune in his own thing never crossed his mind, but here they were, and no, the liquor did nothing to subside the pain, but it felt good to be unconscious for