Ian sat in his office staring at pictures of Mina. Drax's wedding was quickly approaching, and it reminded him of his own plans for the woman. He missed her so much that it hurt, and nothing he did took the sting of her death away. Making Luna miserable had helped in the beginning, but it was only temporary, and he could not bring himself to drink his pain away because the smell of liquor only reminded him of what he lost.
On the bright side, Lisa was taking his openness to being seen with her as a good thing. Ian sometimes wondered if he was going too far by stringing the woman on, only to publicly humiliate her later, but she had gone too far first. Lisa's words took the life of someone special to him, and maybe even the life of someone who had yet to live.
