Book 2: Chapter 35

Nathaniel POV

The flight to D.C. was the longest I’d ever endured. Silence stretched, a cold reminder of what I'd lost.

“A bottle of whiskey, please,” I ordered the flight attendant with me.

“Yes, sir.”

She left and reappeared with an ice bucket and a tumbler.

“Sir?” she asked.

I nodded, and she filled the glass before lowering the bottle and stepping away.

Yanking my tie, I picked up my drink and gulped half the glass—then everything. The sting burned down my spine, but not enough to erase the memories of her.

Her weeping face haunted me, her words like a knife twisting in my side. “I believed you. Gave you my heart, my loyalty. But to you, it was just a game.”