Raphael's POV
It was late, past midnight, I couldn't get a wink of sleep. Amelia was also out running errands finding a way to cushion the effect of the damages. Hopefully her family doesn't go bankrupt. The mansion was dark and quiet, I had found my way to the kitchen a bit tipsy as i had been drinking.
Braelyn was also out. I guess she would be spending the night at his place. The thought of that made my chest burn with a strange fury. There was this irritation I couldn't brush off.
I grabbed a random glass from the kitchen cabinet and settled down on the stool ready to pour a drink in the kitchen, neat whiskey, letting it burn slowly. The kitchen was dark aside for the overhead lamp flickering above me
. I poured the whiskey neat, amber liquid glugging slowly from the bottle. I didn't use ice, I wanted the alcohol to burn my throat as I drank.
