Chapter 40 Erik

Chapter forty

Erik

We’re back at the hotel, and I’ve booked us a private tasting at the Sazerac House.

Remy likes this kind of thing. Structure. Ritual. Right now, he isn’t himself.

He’s talked about his Tianna on and off for years. Never obsessively. Never in a way that asked for pity. But when he drinks, when his guard slips, he always wonders what happened to her.

She mattered to him.

Finding her again after all this time, and realizing she didn’t have the life a child like that should have had…

That kind of fracture doesn’t heal cleanly.

It’s the sort of tragedy that writes operas.

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