Damon sat in front of the fireplace that brought warmth into his study.
a leg was crossed over the other as he held a glass in his hand,which contents were empty as he gulped it all down in one gulp.his chin rested on the other that was propped on the couch armrest.
his gaze on the hearth was cold and devoid of emotions.his thoughts kept going back to Adira's words.he couldn't stop thinking about how he had let the situation become like how it was now.he was angry at himself for not keeping his promise of always being with her.
he had let this happen and it angered him greatly.he hated how things had turned out.
he uncrossed his legs and picked up the almost empty bottle of whiskey off the table and poured the remaining into his glass,before he placed the bottle back on the table and leaned on the couch while swirling the glass in his hands.
