Chapter 32

He was back at the bar again.

The bartender gave him a weird look when he walked in, his eyes narrowed curiously. It seemed the man hadn’t forgotten what had happened the last time Keith had walked into the bar.

Keith shrugged the gaze off, avoided the stool by the bar this time, and found a secluded couch in the corner of the bar. Nothing felt better than drowning his thoughts in liquor at the moment. That was how desperate he was to forget the woman who plagued his mind.

“What can I get you, sir?” The bartender asked, holding a notepad and a pen and the same glare on his face.

Keith considered knocking him out. He hated mortals who had airs around them and ignorantly treated him like dirt. Foolish beings. If they knew they were addressing a god, ah hell, knowing them, they most likely wouldn’t give a fuck. Perhaps he should go on a rampage, show them pain and hell, and strike them with insomnia. It seemed like a fitting punishment.

But then things wou